When the palm leaves are shown the donkey is waved on through
Its hooves are slowed by the smashed green stickiness, everywhere underfoot
Jesus, donkey, remember:
The gentle donkey lurches,
throws Jesus into the three-day deep.
The big fish heaves Jonah from its pit.
Jonah sets his face to elsewhere,
away from the glare of mercy.
Jonah’s compassion is a withered plant,
sulking on the doorstep, outside the rain.
Choking down tender dewdrops
Three women set their faces to the dawn.
They clutch their fragrant grief to themselves.
Dazzle with your bright angel clothes
Frighten us with rising joy.