Introduction: When I see the gruesome picture of the Japanese Christian being beheaded by Isis, I think of a poem by Jason McBride:
“The morning air thickens with lilac and I am like this fly who strains against its net prison. The web, strung taut between waxy leaves, catches sunlight in dew drop prism pockets—a beautiful death.
With a thousand eyes he marvels at the finely wrought tapestry — even while he trembles at his certain end — to be devoured this early hour of his life-span: a day. Read More