Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; A Local, But Ugly, Debacle

Most crucified die in great agony:

this one did, too, but did not cry, or wail,

or plead for mercy, or beg for compassion,

or hope for new good fortune to prevail.

This one died with a royal dignity---

despite the sour and seething perfidy

of priestly plotting that successfully

consigned him to death on our provided cross.

Through no fault of his own, caught in their strife,

he met this dread, irrevocable loss

of what a man holds most pecious---his life,

relinquishing it in a noble fashion,

better than any ever seen by Rome;

and far more moving than the saddest poem.


Starward, a saved and baptized Christian

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem began to swirl about in my mind as I was watching Alice Guy-Blache's 1906 film, The Birth, The Life And The Death Of Christ on TCM, early on Monday morning, November 21, 2022.

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