I hung there, bleeding, thirsty and alone.
man hopes for a picturesque vision of a glorious death where even dying he stands,
but I hung there.





I saw him dying,
I had willed him to die and reject him as he did.





I was waiting…
I saw him born, still waiting…
I saw him die, still waiting…
then he taught once more and came home
and I had left.




I am after him and yet reap all the benefits.