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 a Roman 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

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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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