sense the butcher


Violence in the bone
And silence in the stone
Heart at the cry, we are party
To the crime, parting comfort
From the sigh,
“Come and buy, souls for sale,
Discounts for the dregs, wholesale
Bitter pills,
People killed by kindness withheld!”
Weeping filled with findings revealed:
Our hearts.

Our hearts are violence, pestilence.
Restlessness lingers on our lips.
Can you sense the butcher in your head?
Lopping limbs from all the dead around you
(Labeled as such, and losing value
By the touch of our tongues and toneless virtue).
Hear ye: “I am here to hurt you.”

Will we always cast out and
Beat down the Named
For the sake of cash cows
And rebranded fame?
It’s by pity the death of the last
Brought us in, and fitting
His breath blew away every sin.

Who hate.
See yourself in that vine,
See you selfishly climb
On the backs of your kin,
Watch the jostle to win.
Now let go and fall,
Frail bundle of bones.
Now cast yourself down
On a Savior of stone.

He went on to tell the people this parable: “A man planted a vineyard, rented it to some farmers and went away for a long time. At harvest time he sent a servant to the tenants so they would give him some of the fruit of the vineyard. But the tenants beat him and sent him away empty-handed. He sent another servant, but that one also they beat and treated shamefully and sent away empty-handed. He sent still a third, and they wounded him and threw him out. Then the owner of the vineyard said, ‘What shall I do? I will send my son, whom I love; perhaps they will respect him.’ But when the tenants saw him, they talked the matter over. ‘This is the heir,’ they said. ‘Let’s kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.’ So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him. What then will the owner of the vineyard do to them? He will come and kill those tenants and give the vineyard to others.” When the people heard this, they said, “God forbid!” Jesus looked directly at them and asked, “Then what is the meaning of that which is written: ‘The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone’? Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken to pieces; anyone on whom it falls will be crushed.” Luke 20:9‭-‬18

(Liturgical poetry during ordinary time after Pentecost is inspired by the parables of Luke.)

Words for the Church: Ordinary Time
eat the song
ninety-nine reasons to stay
before you kiss him
exitus acta probat
i am thankful
hell on earth

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