i would like to touch his brazen cheek
as he hung there, wordless.
i would like to quell the thirst of centuries"
with tears of his blank eyes.
i would like to explain my disbelief
as he swallowed the blood of swords,
miles and miles
away.

i wonder what the tree felt,
as the rough aged hands
tore it from its roots.
the bare veins gasping for security,
as the sap dried in the wind.
i wonder if it knew that millions
would die with its symbol
hanging on their pale necks.

i would like to explain my disbelief
of many moments; of literature and prose.
i wonder what your lord would say
as you shake your head in the dark.
i wonder what your lord would say
if he wasn't ashes in the wind.

a.a. i am an athiest. amen.