Good Friday Poem


And on the Friday

Mary Magdalene

Came to her Christ


Hung on the cross

A noble bird

Stripped of his plumage


His white skin

Ripped his quivering wings

Pinned to the wood


And she lay with him

And in his great pain

He made manifest his love


And on the next day

The bloody tree

Burst into bud


And migrating flocks perched

On the outstretched arms

And there was song.



The focus of his own poetry, begun as an experiment in autobiography, is never solipsistic and instead probes his personal life only to bring forth possible metaphysical truths about human existence.

-Andrea Hollander Budy in Resurgence.