Please read Miriam first, Antonius second Mammon third and Miriam II last. They all form a continuing theme that is not yet complete but a work in process. Duty,oath and Honor are harsh companions to an Officer who allows heart to enter into an ugly mess
A proper Centurion
Eyes ahead but moving
Garbed in spotless bronze black and white
Measured pace
Short sword razored ready
Constant check for position
Ever on guard for the random...
Steps never out of balance
Hobnails strike stone
Pontius is a coward
Leaving me to finish that which he cannot
I know this man and value his words
The man is innocent and naïve
Sweat band wet
No criminal
Cloak free not fear but caution
Not deserving of death
Rabble dangerous spiting frenzy
He is chained to the crossbar
Watch that group up ahead
Half dead and bleeding
Steady now
She must be family grotesque in pain
I hate this odorous duty
She holds a dampened cloth in arms out stretched
Trooper make way
He stumbles as she moves
Trooper let her be...
A mother washes a dead son's face
Screams stones and hatred rain
One final moment the mother and son
Hand ready hilt gripped
He stumbles forward at spearpoint prod
Duty Honor oaths are sometimes filthy words
Another walks out from the rabid throng
I know her...Where
A cup offered to quench a death thirst
Trooper let her be...
He drinks as drops of blood infuse the mixture
She is no threat... Miriam
Falling face down unchecked by bound arms
By Mithras why... Pontius why
At last he hangs draped upon the upright
Four hours... time to end this
He is on the knife edge of searing awareness
Trooper... your spear
A practiced but infrequent thrust of compassion
Heart is pierced... here... from under the rib cage
Honor rests dead on the cross
While I live to fume at who I am
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2010-12-29 at 22:32
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Antonius
AntoniusA proper Centurion
Eyes ahead but moving
Garbed in spotless bronze black and white
Measured pace
Short sword razored ready
Constant check for position
Ever on guard for the random...
Steps never out of balance
Hobnails strike stone
Pontius is a coward
Leaving me to finish that which he cannot
I know this man and value his words
The man is innocent and naïve
Sweat band wet
No criminal
Cloak free not fear but caution
Not deserving of death
Rabble dangerous spiting frenzy
He is chained to the crossbar
Watch that group up ahead
Half dead and bleeding
Steady now
She must be family grotesque in pain
I hate this odorous duty
She holds a dampened cloth in arms out stretched
Trooper make way
He stumbles as she moves
Trooper let her be...
A mother washes a dead son's face
Screams stones and hatred rain
One final moment the mother and son
Hand ready hilt gripped
He stumbles forward at spearpoint prod
Duty Honor oaths are sometimes filthy words
Another walks out from the rabid throng
I know her...Where
A cup offered to quench a death thirst
Trooper let her be...
He drinks as drops of blood infuse the mixture
She is no threat... Miriam
Falling face down unchecked by bound arms
By Mithras why... Pontius why
At last he hangs draped upon the upright
Four hours... time to end this
He is on the knife edge of searing awareness
Trooper... your spear
A practiced but infrequent thrust of compassion
Heart is pierced... here... from under the rib cage
Honor rests dead on the cross
While I live to fume at who I am
Poetry by josephus
Read 695 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-12-29 at 22:32
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