In the Name of
Each Sunday, the chiefs and servants
amass to line out a lifeless form
in sacred chalk. Today, the victim
is a bearded one of no distinction,
noting nothing in his appearance
that is attractive. Sometimes, they prey
on other chiefs and their servants.
In season, the lines form an empty cross,
traced in neon, decorated with paper or treat-
filled eggs. Or like a tree with blinking lights,
offering a welcome to those passing by.
--Sukany 29 May 2014
Each Sunday, the chiefs and servants
amass to line out a lifeless form
in sacred chalk. Today, the victim
is a bearded one of no distinction,
noting nothing in his appearance
that is attractive. Sometimes, they prey
on other chiefs and their servants.
In season, the lines form an empty cross,
traced in neon, decorated with paper or treat-
filled eggs. Or like a tree with blinking lights,
offering a welcome to those passing by.
--Sukany 29 May 2014