Golden Shovel #4

Good Friday
by Thomas Page
after the Book of Psalms
“I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me”

–22:17

This is usually read on Good Friday when

I Am sitting in the rising Spring heat that can Slowly roast you. I can also count

The number of people who fall on the cross all

Balanced on my legs as I hope that my

Body doesn’t give out from the weight, that my bones

Won’t have permanent damage. They

Count on me to do it because “I look

So nice in my alb” and they

See me as a saint when I’m more of a Cyrenean. They like to stare

At the majesty of it. The priests at

The altar with a life sized cross on me