A death foretold - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, Judas, and Mary Magdalene. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Golgotha

In a squalid hovel out of town

a gypsy hammers rage and steel

fashioning four shiny nails to kill

the prophet king. 

In an olive grove near a hill

a zealot kneels down and weeps

for a rabbi who is going to die

and in a house with a red lamp
burning in its shabby window

a woman cries for a death foretold.

She cries for all the nights

she yearned for him

and cried herself to sleep

she cries for all the nights

she searched for him in all

the men who paid to use her

and she cries for all the nights

she called for him and for all

the nights he never came.

Mary Magdalene