The Lamentation -

The Lamentation

Angels hover above in hysterical grief

What has happened here?

Spectators they gather around this cadaver

They shriek in great recoil

The Lamentation

Heaven help us all, every one of us

The realization that all that is could fall

How could this really be?

From mute sorrow to rhetorical strife

Grief contorts them all

Their savior has fallen way down from the cross

Forced to wear the thorns

Tragedy--the slow moving figures knew

Mourn the dead -- for there is nothing we can do

He still lies there dead

Defiled in defeat

Beneath troubled skies

Angels mourn with no restrain

Tragedy--the slow moving figures knew

Mourn the dead--for there is nothing we can do