[Technically, this should have been written and posted on Good Friday]
Yes, he had already exhumed
the final pocket of living air from below
his chest when the night had started to fill
the empty spaces without stars.
Late, it was acknowledged.
Time to go, yes.
No need to break his legs and slump him
into the weighty breathlessness of broken supports.
Yet there was a spear, yet
it opened his side where there was
blood and water like a river.
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