Another Palm Sunday (A Poem)

Another Palm Sunday,
Dead leaves on the road,
Dirty cloaks from even dirtier people,
Dear God,
Here comes a donkey,
What are they saying?
What does this mean?
He looks so uncomfortable,
A hundred other places,
He’d rather be,
Than sitting on an ass,
Me looking at him,
While he looks at me,
What a mess,
People screaming and shouting,
The world’s going to Hell,
I’m guessing He knows,
Whatever THIS is,
It won’t end well.

–Richard Lowell Bryant