I am the first soldier with spear to impale you on your cross.
You are a son of God, sent to save us from the lust of flesh, lust of eyes and pride of life.
To protect us from his locomotive drawn carriages full of lies and evil.
I salute you
I am the second of soldiers also with spear to impale you on your cross.
You are our saviour and I see from your back, your halo, naked skin and bowed head.
I try in vain to hide my eyes from your pain.
I salute you.
I am soldier three from four.
with whip I will beat you until your crucifixion.
I am filled with hate and loathing .
You are but a man that freed me from my shackles.
I need to bend my knee for you are also king amongst these dark times, these countless deaths.
We are but barbarians that couldn’t see the folly of our way.
With an eyeless face I salute you.
Me I’m neither friend or foe, yet I am soldier number four.
I carry no weapon just my words, my prayers and belief.
I worship at your feet now as I will forevermore.
I’m neither disciple nor anti christ.
I am pacifist and prey for you not salute you.
Just a man wrapped in cloth with crown of thorns.
I know that you can feel me as I look at you.
Your body is weak as is your mind of countless requests from humanity.
Arms weary from the weight you carry everywhere.
You say you’re ready for death as death is ready for me.
You will not seek mercy nor expect none.
Your shrunken ribs will guide our spears as shall your back our whip.
Seek not this crown nor robe.
When all that You ask is for our love.
#taken from a painting bu David Jones WW1 poet
#i have re done some of it so before I remove it permanently you may wann read again.