#92
The Agony
"Jesus Christ on a Cross!" they said.
Spear in his side, blood bright red,
Face of the crowd, a face of Dread.
Nails through his wrists, nails through his feet:
"Come Lamb of God, let's hear you bleat!"
"How do you like this judgment-seat?"
One shallow breath, too quickly dead.
Darkness--this holy land o'erspread.
"Jesus Christ on the Cross," they said.