Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Transfiguration

The neon-light Jesus

glows large

on the top of the hill

with his co-luminaries,

mystifying a select audience.

Not for general exhibition.

Just a flash

before the cloud is lowered

and the divine voice-over.

Later, on another hill,

the curtain is lifted for ever

on a black silhouette;

arms outstretched

against a darkened sky.

Finis.

© Ken Rookes

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