#ekphrasis
As he weighed their souls
Nothing added up
He was tired
Jesus Christ looked down from above
But paid no attention
It’s easy to make a mistake in such conditions
A wretched gram, this way or that
What to put on the other scale?
A dead heart pumps dark blood
turns thoughts
and turns the inside out
A heart of stone will be the weight
ultimately
He heard singing and an orchestra from above
He swallowed a bitter curse
His face did not change a bit
when they dragged in the next naked one from the camp
The poor thing will be burned alive
for what no longer matters
A young blonde boy
a cherub with a body smooth as a snake
innocent
carries the truth
or only what he knows
He hadn’t been beaten properly yet
back clean
the brow line free of thorns
only ***** and stinking
like them
all
The stone heart outweighed the body
there is no soul
Raised on the scale, he begins to sob
Fiends drag him down by the hands
He falls limp like a thing
They drag him across sand, red
from chalk
or blood
I loved him
Before long
the scream fell silent
Where is my sword?
I was to be your sword.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC