THE HOLY INNOCENTS / by Joe Castorino

shepherds were awakened by

the sound of thunderous hooves

which rumbled and roared

like a threatening tempest;

they heard sorrowful shrieks

of painful mourning pierce

the innocent silence with

despair and desolation;

the bloody sun staggered

to his feet in the crimson sky

and beheld to his dismay

horror in herod’s bethlehem.