At The Stations Of The Cross Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

Recounting the sorrows of the cross
We comfort ourselves with heavy air-conditioners
Cooling the heat at each station,
And the hurricane fans spreading the soothing ambience
Draw crowd to their circumference.
Relaxed,
We sing along -retracing Golgotha.
Some come at the First Station taking the best position,
Some rush in at the third Station sweating and panting,
Some stroll in at the Ninth station for destination is near,
And at the Twelfth Station,
Some sneaked in like the Good thief
To get the final blessing

March 2013
Edited: March 2015.