Blood red
The abdication
washed from Pilate’s hands
Self-absolution.
Blood red
The guilt
taken by fearful men
Unmoving and
unmoved.
Blood red
The bloated
corpse of self-seeking pride
Falling forth
to feed the earth.
Blood red
Eyes,
exhausted of tears
Of mothers
and friends.
Blood red
The guilty
hands of friend and foe
Seeking each
his sordid gain.
Blood red
The battered
brow assaulted by thorns
Twisted by
the duty-bound in wanton pleasure.
Blood red
A saturated
cross weighty beyond bear
Mingled with
the dust of holy streets.
Blood red
The inexorable
stains in darkness visible;
The outline
of a righteous man.
Blood red
Soiling the
snowy coat
Of the
only spotless lamb.
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