Crux
By Aidan Coleman
Published 12 February 2021
This Christ of vertical purpose –
the scream of the window
not his
but Jerusalem’s.
He hangs firm, having suffered enough,
his eyes on the dove
descending, and what’s left of grief
is the grief of the Father.
And those few followers
who look upon him,
in their haloes they breathe
a different air.
Only the centurion’s rock-set face
is yet to be convinced.