Three short poems, possibly sacrilegious, but inspired by Holy Week:
I.
His vows don't just break.
They torment-tease, with the wait
of maundy kisses.
II.
His faith is scratch deep,
not piercing. He'll take this nail,
etch coupled crosses.
III.
His hammer flouts god
and grammar, punctuating
dull groans with sharp thwacks.
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