Palm Sunday
You wave
and some will see it as hello
this farewell tour
this good-bye grand parade
down the main street of mankind’s hope
this ticker-tape and circus-wagon passage
through the graveyard of messianism
watching puppets dance along the curcb
skeleton’s of dogma rattling their well-rehearsed refrains.
You say hello
and they say good-bye
strangely silent empty eyes
washed in tears
hands
and heartbeats.
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