For The Death Of Christ Poem by Joshua Bantum

For the Death of Christ, was the poor child mournful?

Or,
Maybe he looked up,
Saw the hollow yellow eyes lacking a suffering he knew so well,
Smiled and said,
“look at this coward,
He’s escaped”

Walking away,
Joining his mother,
her eyes full of tears.

Hands full of beads, counting
away in sorrow.

She latched to the boy,
Kissing with passion,
Kissing with fear,
“you are the lucky one……”
“Your still here, ”


Looking back,
The dry body cold
Subtle in beauty,
He saw no fear, saw no tears,
And pondered while the sun set.