J.M.J.
J.M.J.
OH MOMMY DEAR
GARBAGE FILLED WITH LIVING DEAD;
A PLASTIC SHROUD COVERS THEIR HEAD.
“OH MOMMY DEAR, WILL YOU BE BACK?
IT’S GETTING COLD IN THIS GRAY SACK.”
“MY LITTLE CHILDREN, YOU’RE NOT ALONE
FOR I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU HOME.
THE COUNTLESS DROPS OF BLOOD YOU SHED
ARE ON THE THORNS OF MY SON’S HEAD.”
“THREE DAYS WILL COME WITH SUCH UPHEAVAL;
YOUR TEARS WILL WASH AWAY ALL EVIL.
AND THRU YOUR EYES ALL LIGHT WILL SHINE,
GOD’S MERCY TILL THE END OF TIME.”
“THY WILL BE DONE”
12-11-1993