on YouTube—
“Hosanna in the highest!”
echoes through streaming speakers
as a path is paved for a man
later to die.
the crowd cheers—
a sporting event,
the prizefight of the ages.
they wave palms
like foam fingers.
it’s finished
before it begins.
a Dawn King, promoted.
a cross—at least not upside down.
that would hurt more, I think.
I pause.
get a cup of joe.
press play,
skip the “not-so-important” parts.
the chat box flickers
with digital hallelujahs,
emoji bubbles float:
🔥🙌❤️ “Preach it!”
Savior?
From what?
For what?
For me?
Hardly. Or maybe too hard to see.
it’s Sunday.
and “Sunday is a-comin’!”
so we go,
wait by the stone gate
of Golgotha,
as if buffering.
Is He there?
Are we?
wait—
this ad is only 33 seconds.
just a moment,
and we’ll get back
to the dying
and the rebirth.
Guilty
BB Grey--musings 
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