Sticks and Stones, Rocks and Bones by Melissa Arelhe stood in the middle of the synagogue
the shadows hiding
the faces of the mockers
accusations flying at him like spit
each falling to the ground
darkening the dirt
there he remained steadfast
as one, two, three stones flew
smashing his temple, cracking his skull
catapulting from around the room
as each person took his turn
handing their coats over
and they edged on, shouting
the suspense climaxed
til no more rocks could be found
and the dust cleared
there he stood, wavering
dropping to his torn knees
looking up into the sky
as the blood stung his eyes
his lips moved, uttering
his last sentence
and with submission
he committed his spirit
into the hands
of his God
among the piles of sticks and stones
layed rocks
and bones of the first martyr 07/03/2002 Posted on 07/03/2002 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
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