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Poem: “Fourteenth Station”
Fourteenth Station Good Friday I am here, watching the hole, Filled with a rock and still There is danger, stupid…
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Poem: “Thirteenth Station”
Thirteenth Station Good Friday He’s dead? Already? I was sure he would remain, A living human stain, Hanging up there,…
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Poem: “Twelfth Station”
Twelfth Station Good Friday Father, forgive them, they know not what they do. I’m not saying they aren’t culpable, But…
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Poem: “Eleventh Station”
Eleventh Station Good Friday “My friends, you are my closest ones. You alone I can trust. You are my closest…
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Poem: “Tenth Station”
Tenth Station Good Friday My pretty bird, sing for me. My, what beautiful feathers, What beautiful fetters. I’ll take them…
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Poem: “Ninth Station”
Ninth Station Good Friday Why doesn’t he stay there? It’s good for him, the old dusty air. Kings of Kings…
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Poem: “Eighth Station”
Eighth Station Good Friday Mother, who’s that man? Why is he sighing? Mother, who’s that lady? Why is she crying?…
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Poem: “Seventh Station”
Seventh Station Good Friday I can see Him now, coming up this way, Murmuring words no man can say. Worming…