Lift my flaccid form from the cross, my body drained of blood

Relieve my dislocated arms of pressure, stiffened like planks of wood

Drape me over one of your backs as if I were a child

Carry me away on a man-made stretcher; all your arms compiled

Walk with care down the stairs, following one by one

For I am dead, nothing can change, alas the deed is done

Lay me in my darling’s arms as she bows her head  weeps

Don’t cry for me my lowly friends, for now forever I’ll sleep.


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