Treasure Island

Costas Nisiotis


Simon of Cyrene


I took pride in my strength
felt my shoulders could lift cedars.
Mother and need made me sturdy
or a certain fate.
I grew up amid god-fearing folk and learnt fear.
I was tall and had to duck in the crowd that day
but the Roman grabbed me
and ordered me to carry the cross.

Now I have something to remember
when all strength fails me
something that will weigh on my back
until I close my eyes
something I owe to you, Centurion.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/19/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    I have something to remember, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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