It's a rare sight to see someone die in public.
It induces an evil, seductive fascination.
A state that can only be achieved with company.
A 'what are they doing here?' innocence.
In prolonged agony Jesus called out in thirst.
Not a request, but wine was stuck in his face.
A strange action for a man who was drying up.
When the bodies of those men were lowered,
Jesus had been dead for some time.
The other victims were a tangled mess,
Jesus body was strangely complete.
Pierced with a blade, pied blood flowed.
Friends, Joseph and Nicodemus discussed what to do.
The Judge was keen to get this aberration tidied up.
"Yes please do dispose of the body."
"I agree it should never have happened this way."
"We'll never live this one down."
"My family has recently purchased a tomb."
"It's nearby, let's put his body there."
"I brought the embalming kit."
"Act quickly, the whole city is closing for the holiday."
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