Things come to a head
They always do
Jesus in Jerusalem
Trouble stirs anew
Judas takes the piece of bread
Bread we are meant to share
And goes away into the night
Into the cold dark air
Ukraine land of wheat and sunflower oil
Land of living bread
Land of bitter fighting
So many now lie dead
Land upon the dividing line
Here the East meets West
Here the powers fight it out
Ukraine is merely guest
Jesus is about to leave
Lord where are you going?
Out into Gethsemane
Beyond that there is no knowing
You – you cannot follow me
You must stay and watch
From a distance helplessly
All loveliness is scorched
Brian Fahy
12 April 2022
Erris Poetry 