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!"
Voyeur-Pilate.
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.
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