A Willing Sacrifice Poem by Antonio Liao

nailed down in the wood,
hallowed with
a crack down of mercy of thirst echo
in the calmness of Golgotha

the stillness
of the clouds thunder
across the bereaved disciple of
righteousness,
even the curtain of the temple
trample the wind

spear and sponge taste
like honey,
lou for lips that sweeten the hour;
words owe lingers settled every tears
a hopeless state of a dying soul

corner with pain
of broken bone, thousand of wounds
sadden of losing breath,
at three o'clock afternoon the
Man of God dies