Dayspring

by Anthony Oliveira

why did all the donkeys have to be punished for that one donkey who was only doing what you made him to do?

here at last is the thing that i was made for

and the learned and the holy will praise his wit, and his insight, and the bravery with which he left us behind.

he will skewer steel through the raw pulsing meat of my heart, to wild acclaim

you can’t forget Never. Never. the whole of my life before and since i have broken every promise i ever made so that i might more perfectly serve that one

when i sleep i remember days that never were. i dream a life i never saw and which i now see he never wanted did you not know i would be in my father’s house?

he left, and i do not know what now becomes of me

how is it that they could kill him but i am what died