Good Friday
04.14.06 (4:23 pm) [edit] The cross beam patient, Silent, Just there Laid on the pavement Waiting To be carried By the one condemned Placed over the neck With arms stretched out Tied with ropes Heavy Causing pain Crushing To the one bearing it. Each step agony, For a body already Tortured beyond bearing Falling The face hitting the path The neck twisted With no sympathy from those following A rest Short lived Relief an illusion Wrist pierced Then the feet One nail for that Then the raising Looking on those who hate, Who lied to kill him, On those who tortured With only one short prayer To respond To such cruelty “Father forgive them, they know not what they do”. |