An Illumination
Because he thinks he must be
ever-serving, Stephen brings
his killers a pile of rocks
in his red deacon’s vestments
embroidered with silver palms.
He celebrates his own feast
while His tonsure like a shelf
still supports the first stone thrown
to martyr him. As the blue-
clad gospel beneath his arm
falls, he looks down. This was my
body, he prays, but forgive
and bless them since they made such
relics where before were none.
Joshua Jones is a candidate for the Ph.D. in creative writing at the University of North Texas. His poems and essays have appeared in Southwest Review, Salamander, and The Baltimore Review, among other places. He and his wife wrangle dachshunds in Frisco, TX.