The Iscariot Code in Haiku
Judas, the poet,
earns silver for golden words
whispered as a kiss.
He pens a red ode
etched among the stones and sand
his back to the sun:
Kissed my friend, Jesus,
thirty pieces of silver—
suicide haiku.
Judas sings solo
each of thirty lines he wrote—
pharisitic rag.
Despair seeks a tree
betrayal by cross and nails—
crucifixion blues.
Exchanges his friend
for a pocketful of fame
and a lone tree limb.
Still swings in sunlight
bloated, hollow piñata—
broken by God’s stick.
Judas, the poet,
earns silver for golden words
whispered as a kiss.
He pens a red ode
etched among the stones and sand
his back to the sun:
Kissed my friend, Jesus,
thirty pieces of silver—
suicide haiku.
Judas sings solo
each of thirty lines he wrote—
pharisitic rag.
Despair seeks a tree
betrayal by cross and nails—
crucifixion blues.
Exchanges his friend
for a pocketful of fame
and a lone tree limb.
Still swings in sunlight
bloated, hollow piñata—
broken by God’s stick.
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