It Was Murder

It was murder, pure and simple
He was an innocent man
the perfect spotless Lamb
and they murdered Him

If it weren’t for Nicodemus
and Joseph of Arimathea
His body would have been
devoured by a murder of crows


The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is “for the birds.” De wants us to write poetry using one or more of the many names for flocks of birds. I decided to write about a murder, a murder of crows, that is.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


16 Responses

    • I had just gone to see Risen when I wrote this and had the visual of the crucified criminal who were just dumped into a pit and the birds were pecking on them, coupled with reading Revelation 19. Probably more info on inspiration than you wanted, but I’m avoiding other writing, so there you go. 🙂

      • Thanks. We went to the Semana Santa procession in our local town. On the Saturday there is a very large dead Jesus being carried in great solemnity and devotion. And the Virgin Of Soledad in black with tears. Very Spanish in the desire to show the story and the Stations of the Cross.

  1. In parts of Tibet, the dead are chopped into pieces and fed to birds. And I have known wonderful, wonderful Tibetans who would want this for themselves and loved ones.

    Ah, our images and fears of death vary highly from culture to culture.

    • I may have been influenced by a recent reading of Revelation 19, although there it is the evil Kings in the final judgment of evil who are devoured by birds.

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