Friday, 2 March 2007

V Simon of Cyrene

There is a crowd
like any crowd confused.

Dark fascinations on
a frieze of faces caught
at a moment they do not know

will be remembered.

(You there!
Did you know that
a million million
will imagine they
are with you now...
watching?)

The black man from Cyrene
does not know
but feels the bite
of splinter and spear point.

And who is the soldier?
And who is Simon?
And where are the roots
of that dark fascination
growing from a twisted back
like black wood.

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