Via Crucis

No trumpets called
as I razed these walls
all thoughts ceased
my mind turned to ash

Where were those
who tried to save me
in these ruined streets of shame

No truths, no gods
a sun that did not rise that day
a son that did not rise that day

The lash, the tree and the nail
all it took to undo
what was "undoable"

A wasted look to the sky