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