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Trading Jesus

I saw her stand
half naked
arms raised above her head.
She looked to see
how many noticed her
but her eyes were full of hatred.

She strode a little
exposing the deep slit in her dress
then she stretched her tired arms...
when suddenly he came
escaping from the crowd
hoping to go unnoticed.

He signalled, she came, words passed

And again Jesus was sold
but this time the price was higher -

It was five dirty notes of ones
a wound in the body
a disease
a scratch on the arm
a pain in the heart
and the damnation of two souls.

A series of Past tense – poems from 1972 – 1986


More By  :  Julia Dutta

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