See him dying there alone
this king yet unknown
His blood upon the carnal throng below
Hear him crying there above
the festive carnival show
Crying on high to the thundering sky
"Oh father why"
And only recalled today
Because opportune archetypals called disciples
Come and rolled away
With a stealthy tread-the tombing stone
Stole a body dead-left not a bone
Then they went awhispering: -
"See he has risen from life's prison"
Turned his words ablaze to absurd paraphrase:
"Thru birth and life we go in sin-only with death do we begin"
Turned his glories and allegories innocent
to witless stories of literal incident