Palm Sunday, 2015

Look at this!
Branches off the trees . . .
old cloaks on the road,
all trampled and torn . . .
donkey droppings,
right up to the Temple steps . . .
This all has something to do
with that Jesus fellow, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t he know some of us have to clean this up?
Doesn’t he care?
What did I ever do to him?

Look at this!
Lower class people,
children, making noise . . .
merchant traffic stopped . . .
noise, confusion,
all sorts of reports to file . . .
This all has something to do
with that Jesus fellow, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t he know some of us have to keep order here?
Doesn’t he care?
What did I ever do to him?

Look at this!
Feathers and droppings . . .
broken stalls, lost coins,
a days’ business lost . . .
lay-folks asking
all sorts of cheeky questions . . .
This all has something to do
with that Jesus fellow, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t he know some of us must keep things kosher?
Doesn’t he care?
What did I ever do to him?

Look at this!
A tree . . . dead now . . .
the trunk grey, lifeless . . .
no more fruit from this . . .
Anyone with sense
knows figs are out of season . . .
This all has something to do
with that Jesus fellow, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t he know some of us have orchards to tend?
Doesn’t he care?
What did I ever do to him?

What did any of us ever do to him?

What could be coming next?