The Dove walks with sticky
Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,
Its feathers smeared over with
Like
That dips lazily down into the shadow…Anyone standing in that orchard.
So filled with peace and sleep,
Would hardly have noticed the
With its three strange wooden
Lifted above a throng of motionless people- Above the helmets of Pilate's
Flashing like silver teeth in the sun.
