a barren tree was driven hard
to meet his two dismayed accomplices
the mountains did not fall on him
as he stood dry upon a hill called skull
but even as the wind said naught,
the thorns had left their rose to make a crown

the mud clung dry to every eye
the spears shed tears of vinegar and wine
the Sun hung low above their blows
His burden was the weight of saving life
but even as the wind said naught,
for you the thickest fur was torn in two

but even as the wind said naught,
the cracked earth shook to watch its Sun go down
at once our shadows dissapeared
then with the dark that called the blind to see
the raindrops washing mud proclaimed
death has been beaten

did you beat your breast and walk away
or stand there at a distance watching