Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALVARY-TALK, by GORDON BOTTOMLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Three black crosses against the sky Last Line: Who thought their god was dead. Subject(s): Crucifixion; Jesus Christ - Crucifixion | ||||||||
THREE black crosses against the sky; A sun like a bubble of blood; A cawing rook with lifted wings Poised on the middle rood. A moaning corpse on either hand, A silent Corpse between Sagging with sharp protruding knees And chin on bosom lean. The rabble had gone. The Westered sun Dropped like a dead man's head, Who raising himself for a last look Slips back upon the bed. Three men sat there, and as they talked By a watch-fire newly lit Their monstrous shadows flung on the beam Hid the limp Corpse on it. (They crouched and crept, they reeled and leapt, Then sank in a smoky flare That lit the shapeless hanging mouth And lank dark-dripping hair.) One was the man who stretched the limbs With the clutch of a long-dreamed sin, One was the man who held the nails While the third man knocked them in. "At noon we tossed for the Preacher's shirt Sodden with blood and sweat: I sold the sorry rag to a woman Whose face was drawn and wet. "Now some men thieve and some men stab And know what the end will be, So whether they sing or twist or curse Upon the sapless tree As the big nails crush the little bones Does not matter to me. "They lie and cheat, they take their chance, They know the loser pays; So whether they die with prayers and sobs Or the brag of the brazen face, I glory in God as the points go through, A minister of grace. "But to nail a rough-tongued prophet up, A harmless drone and clean -- You might have wiped the shame from my face As I drove the cold nails in; 'Twas only work for priests or their wives, For men too spiteful and mean." The hammer-man spat; the nail-man donned His share of Jesus' clothing; The limb-man cried "'Twas the surgeons' hate, -- He healed their sick, and for nothing." Up the hill and over the hill, With cloths on a bier spread, The pitiful mourners came again Who thought their God was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SILVER TRADE by ARTHUR SZE |
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