Judas tree

He’s as brave as a coward

who condemns.

He’s as guiltless

as a liars

confession.

He’s as wise as the steps

taken on the plank

whose ends

he knows

are death.

He falls

like a bullet

descending,

with no intentions

to relent.

And,

he swings

like a child

who’s

lamenting

with his face down

in a desolate playground.

He rocks

like an old

wooden chair, left alone

on a parched wood floor

squeaking like a rusted door,

spent

too many days in the rain.

He creaks like a

dead tree.

Billows groans

thru a somber forest.

Swaying back and

forth

in a subtle

breeze.

Winds whistle songs thru his

hollow bones and skull, like

ancient natives playing wooden flutes.

He hangs as

heavy as a weary mans chest

downcast

his face!

Wishing he could change the past

Wishing he could run away…

He hangs-

He hangs.

He slips into the noose

of self defeat. . .

He hangs with a hopeless

sorrow -

dangling

strangled

from the Judas tree.

Bitter shame

Rots his bones

to the marrow.

A victim

of his own

demise.

Crows plucking at his blackened eyes

Once beloved, yet

departed

like a lifeless limb,

bruised and black

from decay, crum-

bling

to pieces- in-

dismay.

Back against the deserts setting sun

Behind a bold and tragic

Silhouette. . .

His countenance-

a saddened shadow;

Behold

The Man

Who wallowed

in regret,

Who cast his jewel

before the swine, trading in his life

for a chattering-chapped

Skeletal wind chime- gripping

30 pieces of silver with

bony fingers,

he

hangs,

he

twists,

he spins.

Raven forsaken scarecrow

Iscariot betrayal.

Restless,

suspended above the earth

for the fowls of the air,

he lofts a wreaking scent that draws

the dogs to his feet.