Pinned on an elementary easel,
adrift, befuddled, out of joint,
Yeshua resists a rushing sense of dread
and turns his weighty head toward
his doubles, first to his left, then his right,
where Dismas offers a gentle word,
a hint of hope mingled with gall,
“Your father will remember you,” and the two
look up as one. But while all below is ferment —
pawing horses, dicing soldiers, weeping Marys
— the sky is still, silent, and growing dark.
Yeshua breaks the mute heavens open with
an infant’s howl: Eli Eli lema Sabachthani!
The soldiers glance up, and then, out of pity,
or maybe boredom, a couple swing iron clubs
to fracture the legs of the thieves, ending
their suffering. They turn to Yeshua but he’s gone.
Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal, and named a finalist by the Noctua Review. His poetry has appeared (or is forthcoming) in Anti-Heroin Chic, FourXFour, The Galway Review, Panoplyzine, The Blue Nib, Red Dirt Forum, and elsewhere. His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017. He lives in Massachusetts, USA. // Twitter
- Featured image, by Riccardo Mirarchi.