Sweating
Bleeding
Red tinted crust
A dry layer of dust
Blown a wicked wind
Held aloft by spikes of steel
Pounded into wooden post
A notched board
Strong enough
To hold a frame
The tee shaped wood
Stuffed into a hole
Kept upright
By a Roman mind
No, they weren't the inventor
Of this thing
This machination of death
They perfected it
By their hands made it sing
Made it even more torturous
A Roman's innate engineer's eye
This simple cross
Just two beams of wood
A symbol
For eternity
To some of symmetry
To some of cruelty
To some
Perhaps few
Of perfect victory
This angle was made
To inflict the most pain
Before stealing the breath
From this wonderful flesh
Triangulation of physical pressure
And in the end
Strangulation
Perhaps drowning
In the unreleased breaths
With arms held in place
Every inhalation
An order by the governor
Of the occupied territory
Devastation
With each spike
Pounded with economy of energy
Haste of action
Absolutely no indecision
Even more insult
Given to the form
With the delight of some
In the gallery
And the courtyard
And the onlookers
The glee of a new execution
Carried out by the armored invaders
Who brought their form of order
With such agony and twist
His body shivering
With each treachery
A solis ortu usque ad occasum
The power was poured out
Absolutum dominium
Beginning with a single kiss
Pain freezing that body
For the apathy of few
The glee of the wicked
The horror of the witnesses
Who understood
What was there
Before the eyes
Of all humanity
As God turned man turns again
To God
By the hand of man
A tragedy
Turns victory
For death has been defeated
Abyssus abyssum invocat
For death has been
Made empty
Amor vincit omnia
