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Hosanna, 2: The Cross Supine, 2
Gently, with grief untold, we loosed the cross
out of its post-hole, and then leaned it down,
until it lay flat on the stony ground:
the easier to lift Him off of it.
We wrapped Him in a pure, white, linen gown.
Those mutilations spoke to such unfit
eyes we had, to behold His degradation.
The sign that Pilate wrote---the nails---the crown
of thorns---we laid beside the cross, supine
and empty. Passing cynics might have found
sinful amusement at the tearful scene,
while we bewailed our awful sense of loss---
pathetic, pitiful in sight and sound---
still unaware His death had wrought Salvation.
