The Day After

(Holy Saturday 2018)


The Saturday before

And nothing’s going on


Is there a signal yet

A code for believers

Not the fish, even though

Remembrance of the feast

Upon the hillside

Could be recalled


But the last letters of acrostic

Faithlessly, have not been found


In disillusion

Fear of capture

Greater fear of nothingness


All that’s left is, what,

Eat something, find a place to


As darkness of the human heart



And doubt in anything that’s good

Or lasts

Washes like acid

Over once-fast believing


C L Couch