Commoner
carpenter nailed on decussate timbers
a blasphemous liar
guarded with a couple of thieves
One found grace
the other mocked the veracity of the mace
a ring of thorns crawled into his head
blood streamed past his brows
hanging with arms wide open
before an ocean of 'saints'
'Who knew what they were doing'
an oblivious spear made way into his stomach ...