why   not   the   cavalry

on Calvary . . .

as the song so goes,
for My Son
could
have called

10,000 angels, although
in reality just
one could have
verily turned the tide;

like where was
gabriel on
that desultory
late afternoon . . .

sunless, about
to be Sonless.

then again
as the song so goes
further along

but He died alone,
for you . . . and me

although I’d’ve
rather’d some other

Way; save when I
signed on
to be
His Mom

I did say
according to Thy Will,
and He so echoed . . .

Thy Will be done.