firstborn son cruelly beaten
pierced, hung on rough cross
dark blood trickles down wood
utterly forsaken by God
cries out in deep agony
firstborn son cruelly beaten
releases his final breath
pagan soldiers insure death
pierced, hung on rough cross
bruised body claimed, wrapped
gently laid in bare, stony tomb
dark blood trickles down wood
Requiem written in cascade form…linking with Amaya’s prompt at dVerse.
a poem in my pocket 