the Calvary was dark
yet it was high noon
and you heared the sound
of the dying man
he was calling his father's name
he was speaking about
his being abandoned
most of the men laughed
and even struck his side
with a spear and he bled
his head pained by thorns
his mother looked at him
helplessly
his friends walked away
he is mocked
he is king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem