Mary Magdalene Poem by Suchoon Mo

Mary Magdalene

the day he died
the day life left his tortured flesh
you were there

the execution ended
they lowered him from the cross
what remained of him

you held his corpse
in your grieving arms
your cheek to his

the god took away
his manhood and soul
cast off his body

you wept
you cried
like a child

gone were his followers
they all abandoned him
they did not love him

you sat there
alone with him
your tear washing his face

you loved him
your bosom was his only pillow
upon which he found his last rest

in death