Cross

Do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves
and for your children. LUKE 23:28

Choked wailing, flung out with our
sweat-limp palms along the road,
and pulled back again, rushing gasp
of sand from beneath us—what good
is mercy now? No one can relieve him
of it, when even we are his—our rushing
forward to lift him, only his return
to himself—our cry beneath the weight
of it, his cry—we double over, unable
to tell for whose God we weep.