This "theme" (to speak almost disrespectfully) has cropped up several times in my work through the years. Here are two other treatments written in December 1979: "Four Last Things," posted on 26 April 2013 and linked here; and "Now Barabbas," posted on 27 March 2013 and linked here.
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Rolling down from Calvary O
In the springtime of the year,
Saw you the three loons slumped on the cross
Like wheat dead in the ear?
One looked bad and one looked bold,
One looked like a fate foretold:
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the springtime of the year.
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the summer heats of the year,
Saw you the three lags racked on the cross
Like meat stewed on a bier?
One with a Fagin rattling screech
Plunged down to hell like a maggoty peach:
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the summer heats of the year.
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the autumn mists of the year,
Saw you the three roughs stretched on the cross
Like a blood and skin-flayed smear?
One with a heart-gasp croaking plea
Saw heaven’s gate flash at his “Remember Me!”
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the autumn mists of the year.
Rolling down from Calvary O
In the winter ice of the year,
Saw you the three rogues broke on the cross
And one of them hoist with a spear?
Oh, but His eyes pinned me like fire,
He smiled, He knew I was a cheat and a liar!
Sneaking down from Calvary O
In the winter ice of the year.
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© June 2019
