A Carpenter On Golgothe
There's nothing more I can do,
he said as the blood flowed.
What hurts the most is being abandoned,
he whispered as I took the hammer.
this task is not the best,
you know how it is...
sometimes you just do what you gotta do,
a father does everything for his children
and children need bread.
Soon everything will pass,
he said screaming with the pain of the blows
black eyes fixed on me
before passing out.
his hair drips red sweat,
sinful clouds roll across the sky,
far away the oboes echo
as if asking why.
how many hits are needed
for the flesh to be pierced,
the work finally finished
and I be eternally cursed?
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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