Separation
Hate,
you can taste it the air is rank with it.
People
shove me in their attempt
To
get to their destination.
The
swell breaks upon the hall of judgment.
They
bring the accused from the depths of the palace
The
lashes snake down his back and wind around his
Legs
in grotesque patterns
Here
is your king!
The
crowd rises up as one,
Crucify
him!
Blood
shot eyes glitter with rage
My
hands raise with the crowd
Yes!
Beat him, bruise him, kill him!
Then
the man is forced up and a
Splintering
cross is shoved against his back.
As
the crowd leaves the courtyard, water drips from the hands of the
Governor
and into the blood on the ground.
The
crowd lines up as a gauntlet.
He
is laid on the cross, arms thrown on the boards.
A
hammer is shoved into my hands
I
put a nail into the flesh of his hand
I
raise the hammer and
Swing
The
nail pierces through skin and bone.
I
turn to look at him and my eyes find his watching me
Tears
gather in his eyes
My
Child, I love you even now, I am doing this for
You
As
these words pierce my soul
I
drop the hammer and flee into the crowd
The
cross is raised up into place
As
the blood flows down from the nails
I hammered into his hands
He
cries out
Father
forgive them for they know not what they do!
The
curtain ripping signals the end of separation.
~CJB
