A 46th day poem

Messy.

All that blood.

I'm sure it got all over their clothes.

Those priestly garments.


Noisy.

All that bellowing.

I'm sure it scared the children peeking

Behind mothers' skirts.


Smelly.

All those entrails.

I'm sure noses were held and eyes stung

behind handkerchiefs.


Horrible.

All the sights.

I'm sure my eyes would be hidden

From the cross.


Behold, the Lamb of God

who was slain

for the sin

of the world.