memorial to a dead catechist

in a field, far from you

looms a skeletal, rusted cross planted in concrete

an emblem of murder.

Imagine the way

his body hung in the seat belt,

bullets shattered bone & glass

eyes closed in a light sleep

or staring open, haunted with last loss?

Were there people who screamed for him?

See how the blood ran out, over the seat and pooled

probably by the footbrake

living for today.

On this day, 32 years ago, four shots ended the life of this great man.

Not to say I agree with absolutely everything he did, but there is always something to everyone you don’t agree with – I respect him regardless.

Seriously though – imagine if everyone was really living life in peace? Truly, really, living for today?

May the world live as one.