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| Author: | Redvilst [ Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:54 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Without a City Wall |
Politely, he turned down Last Supper. He didn’t care for scotch or gin and We’d got no vodka, so I sat all Through the watch with him and He talked about his home and kin. He died to save us from our sins; The ones to which we might succumb. A Jewish lad, but that apart He was just like us: a mother’s son, Though more in need of saving And not quite as used to shaving. We marched him out to Calvary Behind the colliery wall, but He didn’t have to lug his cross. We’d seen to that the previous night. Made it nice and snug and all. Banged it home real tight. Tom had brushed him up and Made him smart, and over his heart Our officer had pinned a paper disc. It was me that tied his arms round to Stop the risk of him hitting the ground, With a bit of flag-pole rope Which ‘til that day had touched Nothing quite so worthy. He helped by standing still, then I heard his question, but not to ask Father why His will had led him here Only “What will mother say?” Oh dear! That got to me. And his eyes fixed On a vision so very far away. It was more for me than him I Placed the raggy crown of thorn, a strip Of cloth below his brow. I am old but my Memory no fresher then, than now; Some nights it won’t allow me kip. Spikes were old hat for nailing Lads to trees, so we lined up and At the signal let fly with 303s. No blue skies for our Saviour, no Green hills far away or Waving fields of corn. Just a dusty, disused coal mine For the boy we shot at dawn. |
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| Author: | evenaive [ Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:48 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Without a City Wall |
Do you know what Redvilst - I barely have words. I think it's amazing, and solemn, and moving, and thought provoking. I could write an essay on my thoughts infact! The parallels and differences between the Crucifixion and this young mans execution are brilliant. I have a lump in my throat actually. Thank you! |
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| Author: | Redvilst [ Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:21 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Without a City Wall |
Many thanks, Evenaive. The boy's name was Aby Bevistein, and his story is out there. |
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| Author: | Redvilst [ Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:50 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Without a City Wall |
Just found this shorter version while going through some papers A Green Hill Far Away Now Calvary is a disused mine Along old Annequin street. Give him scotch, that’ll be fine! No anointing of his feet. Not spikes, but the 303s we used Nailed him to the bough, His thorny crown, a strip of cloth Fastened o’er his brow. He died to save us all from sin. For this the lad was born. Martyred so we play the game, The boy we shot at dawn. |
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