Trust Us

Heavy fields wearing
mauve hues of heather
that bathe in the sun’s garish rays
carry their bleeding feet –

to the next unforgiving hillside,

or the next sip of stolen
water from an enemies well,

and the next burning cross eyeing
a fraying noose that lounges along the hefty branches
of an oak tree along the insidious trail
leading down to the Baptist Church

Truth took a long trip
when it saw the pastor rape,
pillage, and murder…

© Christopher Rupley 2016

(A Haibun is a short prose poem followed by a haiku).


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