James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

Saint Judas - Poem by James Arlington Wright

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When I went out to kill myself, I caught
A pack of hoodlums beating up a man.
Running to spare his suffering, I forgot
My name, my number, how my day began,
How soldiers milled around the garden stone
And sang amusing songs; how all that day
Their javelins measured crowds; how I alone
Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away.

Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten,
Stripped, kneed, and left to cry. Dropping my rope
Aside, I ran, ignored the uniforms:
Then I remembered bread my flesh had eaten,
The kiss that ate my flesh. Flayed without hope,
I held the man for nothing in my arms.


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  • Rookie Beth Larsen Larsen (4/17/2005 6:52:00 PM)

    OH--yes The ambiguity of the man, Judas (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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