Jessica Cruz

Jessica up on the cross,
hammered for my sins.

Romans with smoldering eyes
hands of marvelous leather.

Swords squint into the sun
with higher orders I presume.

Jessica suffered on the cedar,
her spirit fidgeted,

the night crested and fell
yet dragged itself aloft.

Daylight brought forth
the watery sun.

The damage done,
I blend into the crowd.