[Luke 23: 52-56]

Where did Saturday go?
Lost in a whirlwind, heady passion
Long faces hang so low
High-flying dreams to earth fell crashing
Deeply regrettable, somewhat predictable
Faintly implausible, quite unmissable
But where did Saturday go?

Friday felt so alive
Savagely, wickedly entertaining
Watching comeuppance arrive:
The howl of the pneuma, the last breath remaining
For bucking the system, ascending the rostrum
Occasional tantrum, offering nostrum
But where did Saturday go?

Empty sun on an empty hill
Suffering simply sеt aside
Silent screams, a silеnce shrill
On a one-way donkey ride

Sunday started so slow
Empty beds in emptier places
How were we meant to know?
Ghostly soul amongst crazy faces
Striking ascendance, in due accordance
Ultimate prescience, what a performance
But where did Saturday go?