they say she is something
like an apple tree
I guess its her form...
I stood beneath the branches
the leaves
it was comfortable
but the sun sneaks between
blinding eyes
illuminating the scars
then I saw the noose...
we all hung there
the apples, the branches,
and me
more men came
they'd been watching
we all hung there
it was comfortable
in her shade
she could take us all
she was very strong

your a beauty B.C.
one of Caesar's finest conquests
you shrug at paintings
of the crucifixion
you should be cracked stone
fragile, withstanding centuries
gazes knowing your importance
not ever knowing why
Julius' knees would have buckled
if he'd had you