balladeer of moons
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Prince On A Tree
Prince On A Tree
The broken hands
And weary human face
Were wayward signs
Of Immortality's race.
Illuminated in dust
On the hill of the skull,
In lamented obscurity
He died for us all.
No pageant of incense
Or ballad of palms
Can depict the trials
Of the Prince of Alms.
Committed to stumble,
By worldly measure,
On the highroad to death
For his tormentor's pleasure.
Trembling Son
Of lusty popular scorn --
Blows for his wisdom --
His brow and tunic torn.
Hung from harsh boards,
Flesh estranged from bone,
Baying his royal armies
To crush the snake alone.
Concealing his Arm
In the red dawn;
The hawk at his throat …
The salt burns his tongue.
Priestly outlaw
In company of thieves --
For the blindness of blood
All holiness grieves.
The inglorious tears
And the soldier's prod
Were the bread and fire
Of a ravaged God --
Called to the Host --
His salvational plan --
Much maligned God,
Most misunderstood man.
The broken hands
And weary human face
Were wayward signs
Of Immortality's race.
Illuminated in dust
On the hill of the skull,
In lamented obscurity
He died for us all.
No pageant of incense
Or ballad of palms
Can depict the trials
Of the Prince of Alms.
Committed to stumble,
By worldly measure,
On the highroad to death
For his tormentor's pleasure.
Trembling Son
Of lusty popular scorn --
Blows for his wisdom --
His brow and tunic torn.
Hung from harsh boards,
Flesh estranged from bone,
Baying his royal armies
To crush the snake alone.
Concealing his Arm
In the red dawn;
The hawk at his throat …
The salt burns his tongue.
Priestly outlaw
In company of thieves --
For the blindness of blood
All holiness grieves.
The inglorious tears
And the soldier's prod
Were the bread and fire
Of a ravaged God --
Called to the Host --
His salvational plan --
Much maligned God,
Most misunderstood man.