Staggering

Staggering, a yoke on his back.

Waiting, waiting for death, then life.

Thorns, blood, smeared vision.

Anguish, of a thousand pounds, people

Watching, jeering, jabbing.

He

      falls.

A friend, the yoke lifted, momentarily.

Clothes tattered, knees bleeding.

Needed strength, fopr one more step.

Humiliated, to a mere man, since birth.

Thirty-two years, gone? No.

Ages and peoples, fulfilled.

Clothes gone, a skeleton left,

The nail,

    the scream piercing your ears

    cold metal between bone and skin.

    Twice more,

    The scream across the land, twice more.

    A mother looks at her Son.

    The earth trembles, centuries are freed.

Date:  probably junior in high school