His skin glows pale with innocence, contrasted betwixt the two thieves sunken in the darkness of their sin as He gives His final breath. He looks upwards to His Father, — the gaze of His mother Mary follows, — His innocence to fall upon the guilt of those who would look up to Him.
2 thoughts on “Beckett: Poetry – No. 1730, Christ betwixt Two Thieves”
I love the word ‘betwixt’
Me too 🙂
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