THOMAS
Thomas: they say
a crocodile ate a dog,
upon your death
in eastern lands.
They see an omen in this act,
And not a one has shed a tear
For victim of that sudden death;
A bloody sacrifice for you
Who offered bloodless wine and bread.
Thomas: they think it shows
you were transposed before
you died, clutching power
in your hand.
They seek, like you, for outward signs
And spoken words that magically
Transform the dross of man - made thoughts
To miracles . . . and sanctity.
Thomas: that can never be.
