Merwin Rylaarsdam Poet Free verse

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.

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