Monday 25 March 2013

The Dying of the Lambs


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-21933135

A savage, evil wind blows from the East,
Blighting bursting buds and the newborn lamb,
Nestling by its mother, in a fleeceless coat,
Till cream on white, it stiffens in the snow.

New life solidifies the root, the stem, the bud.
Frozen sap cuts off its only, unfurled flower.
Barren breath of the malevolent North,
Grasps receding Spring, with withered, iron claw.

A priceless lamb, once spat on with hot breath
Stiffened not in snow, but on a plank of wood.
Crucified by curdled envy, laced with hate,
Killed by defiance of the Son of God.

Easter is the time for dying lambs:
The execution of the lambs, a sacrifice for sin.
Dark day of vengeance for the damned heart,
Before His warmth restores the stunned Earth.

A Castellina
Easter 2013


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