Poetry Forum

A truly unique perspective. How often are those who TRULY see and understand ignored and regarded as contemptible by the masses of humanity. Both the Man on the cross, and His erstwhile guardian regarded as equals. Perhaps, in the best sense of the word, they truly are.

I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul

Traipsing around the anguish of the Golgotha crucified, I
smell their vapours departing. Yet, each step around
your fading ruin ignites a crucifixion within me.
Impaling me to your cross.

I hang upon your sorrow like a broken scarecrow, and
linger at your feet, hoping to be remembered in the
land to come. But, all I see is a simple man, pained to

the end of his tether. Shedding tears that fall from pain
filled eyes, as desperate for earthly release, as he is for
heavenly deliverance. Tears that nourish the dirt where
they fall and bless the heads of those who stand close

Loping between the legs of your faithful, I nip the ankles of
your accusers, a rightful dispenser of their pennance. Final
miracles demanded but no longer heard, the weak of faith
tumble away like brittle leaves, blown by the frailest of winds.

Evoking akward glances that feed my empathy, and soul
wrenching moments drained by your despair. And no
longer cowed by man and his craven destructions, I sit at
the foot of your cross, resolutely guarding your ascendency.