The Crucified

I feel
I feel the heat of this God forsaken day
I feel the scorching wind blowing on His open wounds
I feel my heart break as the Crucified falls with His Cross


I taste
I taste the stench of death in my mouth
I taste bile in my mouth as I gag
I taste the smell of vomit, blood, and sweat


I smell
I smell the flow of blood as it dries
I smell the stench of excrement as the soldiers relieve themselves on the Crucified
I smell the fluids from the Roman bodies as they are thrown on the Crucified

 

I hear
I hear the Crucified muffle an agonized groan
I hear the Crucified forgive
I hear the Crucified welcome a thief into Paradise

I see
I see His body, naked and cold, beaten beyond recognition
I see His him wince when nails are pounded into His Flesh.
I see the Crucified close His Eyes.