The man
There was shouting and much noise
in the streets of the city
People pressing against each other forming an impenetrable wall
They were shouting “crucify him; crucify him”
There; stood a man covered in blood
On his head he had a crown of thorns
Down his back blood was pouring out from his wounds
The man never answered, never retaliated, he stood alone with his accusers
He heard the crowd shouting, he heard the accusations but never answered
Alone he stood, his friends scattered
One betrayed him, another denied him
The only movement he made was turning to the crowd
And in silence he loved them
Sergio Occhiochiuso



