Crusifiction
Blunt mallet wallops down,
On an iron nail, that pierces flesh,
And shatters bone and meets resistance,
In the hard wood beneath.
I try to imagine the feeling,
By pressing a biro into,
The palm of my hand;
I think I can………………..
NOTE: The Romans crucified thousands of people and this poem is dedicated to all of those
victims.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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