Via Dela Rosa
the pathway that
led to the outskirts
of the city to a place
of cruelty with no compassion
no pity the place of the Skull
Golgotha just outside of the
city.
An ancient place with
a ancient face.An
incinerator had been
burning that day and
a foul stench rose up
and hung in the air
like a vice as Roman
soldiers parted his
vestures with the roll
of the dice.
Yes a foul stench rose
up and hung in the air
like death it probaly
smelled much like Satan's
presence and Satan's breath.
Yes! I know a place just
outside of the city a place
of no compassion no pity.
Tell me something were
you out there the day they
crucified my Lord?
Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem