Me I’m the first soldier with spear to impale you on your cross. You are the son of god, sent to save us from vanity, covetousness, greed and evil. I salute you
Me I’m the second of soldiers also with spear to impale you on your cross. You are a saviour I see from your back, your halo, your naked skin and bowed head. I try to hide my eyes from your pain. I salute you.
Me I’m soldier three from four. I’m with whip to beat you until your crucifixion. 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 soldier nor man yet I am 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 prey for you not salute you.
I’m just a man wrapped in cloth. I know that you feel me as I look at you. My body is weak as is my mind of the countless requests from humanity. My arms weary from the weight I carry. I am ready for death as death is ready for me. I will seek no mercy nor expect none. My shrunken ribs will guide your spears as shall my back your whip. I seek no crown nor robe. All that I ask for is your love.
#taken from the painting by David Jones. #Cardiff Museum