The Cross
Skulled hill
supports
the lifted
standard;
skull bent
and dark;
naked for
all who travel the high–way to see those exposed:
the arrogant, the proud; the humble and forgiven;
the one who forgives the most needs no forgiving.
Red sealed
and stained
with filthy
lacerations;
suspended
with spikes
on toothed
roughhewn
dry kindling
envisioning
the fires of
hades itself
trouncing on
the carnage.
I accept and
make it my
own. The Cross.
Copyright © Merwin Rylaarsdam | Year Posted 2015
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