Here is Death’s sting:
On a cross and nails
An immortal man is dying.
And the misery that echoes in his tears
Sets the devils to dancing.
The red sun fails,
And limitless night swallows the sky.
And under the weight of the sinking soul
The earth trembles.
When God is dead,
When blood and baptism
Are speared from a tortured saviour
Then I hide from hearing a mother’s grief,
Wailing from the foot of that bloody hill.
I have Macbeth’s hands,
And the blood of my king
Soaks my guilty deeds.
How can I live
When I killed the only man
Who would give his life for me?