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 Rosemary Rowley
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A Crucifixion  
 
Between necessity and freedom I was crucified 
Perceiving myself endlessly on the cross 
Yet aware, the onlooker was petrified 
My vision that never was, that was his loss. 

You mimed too, as he hammered in the nails 
Once more assuaging himself in my deep tears 
Once more your heart rallied where his speech fails 
To give the lips the vinegar it fears: 

Once more I dallied with the vision of day 
A multichromed banner an old enemy was twisting 
Till I could no longer read in stone and clay, 
The flowerhead lopped, topped to the moment's listing 

I shone for you like a speck in the glory of the sunrise 
Waiting for twilight, the beauty of the stars' surprise. 
 
 

  
  
  
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