Hosanna in the Highest

by Chloe Hawker

Energy pulses through the tangled mess
Of thoughts and bodies, communicating
Between them with no regard for time, space,
Or matter. The crowd moves, and the crowd feels.

How is it that one is just one,
But one and one more in this place
Make so much more than two?
I gasp in air and my head reels,

My mind no longer just my own.
Mob mentality? Is that what they call this?
The stark emotions and faceless anger
That cry to be witnessed: surely expression heals.

“Crucify him! Crucify him!” May God bless
The crowd. We are the human race.

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One comment on “Hosanna in the Highest

  1. Wow! Chloe, that’s really good! Thanks for sharing your poem with us.

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