Good Friday
Charles Munger, Jr.
These are tanka: a syllabic poem like a Haiku, but in a syllable pattern of 5/7/5/7/7.
I deserve this death,
Betrayed, broken, and despised,
You did nothing wrong.
If truly you still want me,
Blessed be this day in my sight.INRI
The two fools died first.
Would Barabbas hung by me—
Paradise enough.
Let me once down from this cross
I’d fling the nails in your eyes.
