Then they crucified him...
- Mark's gospel
But it was done. And the body hung there
like a butchered thing, naked and alone
in a sudden hush among the ravaged air.
- "The Deposition" by B.H. Fairchild
An obligatory kiss to get things started.
But suddenly the air grew darkly sexual;
a coursing, rousing demand of appetite.
His body handled, his clothes ripped.
Crowded-eyes rolled back into heads
as the thrusts continued, "Crucify him! Crucify him!"
Dragged to Skull Place by pimp's rage.
Even the Cyrene forced into bystanding compassion.
Slender ankles and delicate wrists, torn by hard-iron.
The air, ravaged.
He did not resist. He never did.
Finally, the sweat-soaked weight of the world fell upon his chest.
It was done. The rape of God.