They let His lifeless body
Fall to the red dry dirt.
Once so full of Power mildly,
Now devoid of breath, inert.
Sacred blood oozed and dripped
From every ragged wound.
Raw gnarled flesh wrapped
In mocking fresh linen wound.
Off on a bouncing cart
To a tomb far away
Hastily cast into its heart
The stiffened corpse not long to stay.
The creaking stone rolled in place
Plunging the beloved figure
Into darkness with haste.
Waiting breathless to transfigure.