By Ernesto Tinajero
TThe Soldiers of the Imperial Army,
dressed in red garb worthy of a modern
political convention, come in support
of the power of violence. The take
the children of the poor, the toddler
boys only, and put them to the sword.
King Herod fear the baby boys, you see.
Rachel weeps for her children. The men
of mammon and guns fly banners
freedom, and yet Jesus remains
with us, reminding us of his Way,
Truth and Life, which rises through
his love in victory.
They wipe clean the street of blood,
the cameras have moved on, but
the cross remains, the tears remain
and Michael Brown joins the risen
Lord. God remembers as we forget.
Art, says Ernesto Tinajero, comes from the border of what has come before and what is coming next. Tinajero uses his experience studying poetry and theology to write about the intersecting borders of art, poetry and religion.