The host was raised
when shots were heard.
And blood was splashed
from the martyr
– Shepherd of San Salvador.
Condemned by the Sanhedrin,
accused of being with the poor,
the common stock.
Condemned by the white washed graves
for his theology,
preaching of free birds squawking in joy
over the Republic of the Savior
until
blood escaped the gunshot wounds
and a bullet entered a sacred church
killing the sacrificial lamb,
letting martyr blood in our hearts,
in our minds.