Haibun: musings on a death


They took us to see The Greatest Story Ever Told when I was at primary school. We all knew the story, that Jesus gets killed in the end, but like all stories, knowing the end doesn’t mean you don’t hope it to be different this time. He still gets killed, but I could see lots of times when he could have escaped, or said what the very reasonable bald man wanted him to say and gone home to his mum, but he didn’t. Why not? The answer was never clear. To save us. Who? I wasn’t even born. And from what? The Romans? If it was to wash away our sins, why do I have to go through the terror and ignominy of confession every few weeks?

Sympathy fades quickly for someone who persists on a path of self-destruction. Like Mrs Roper’s husband and the drink.

hare lures the fox

from the shallow form

so her young can live

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

16 thoughts on “Haibun: musings on a death”

  1. A very interesting view of things, Jane. Very logical as well.
    The more I really dealt with my christian faith, after studying theology, the more I have come to realize that institutions of faht are needed only to give meaning to People and to keep them (politically) manageable. This almost in a marxist sense. LoL Michael

  2. The symbolism is rich, but not at all logical. And to take it literally…well look around us at the world. It’s suicide and every other kind of death too. Bloody indeed. (K)

    1. I don’t think about religion any more, except when I shout at news items involving it. You have to be either very naive or very cynical to claim to ‘believe’ in it.

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