A painting of Jesus
He couldn’t help but stare
at the painting on Granny’s wall
That gold rimmed magnum opus
The master of the room
She’d introduced him to that man long ago
he got older, and forgot that he knew him at all
he fell
to the depths of dependence
into the legion of transgressors
for the power of the gun
Granny had taught him better
Bound by manacles
Fated for the cell
he wondered
did He forget me too?
until he remembered
the painting
Of Jesus
on granny’s wall
He rose
he rose
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