"Another soldier"

"Another soldier"

I can imagine his head
Hanging low
Being taken down
The nails removed from his body
I think of the man who was tasked with this job...

You can't claim to be an ambassador of the dead and not write about this man
Regardless of what you believe
You can't hell...help but be in awe of the impact he cast on humanity in the barely 33 years he walked this earth

Then he swathed his body in blankets
I hope he held him gently
Said a prayer to God for the fallen boy...

I do honestly feel like he is off limits to me
Such an honor really just to think of him
I don't need to re-write eggs...what others already have
Eggs?
Did Jesus tend to the chickens too
Or was it just the sheep
He did have a last name
Or perhaps an identifier
It was not
Jesus of Nazareth

What was he really thinking on that last day
He had no idea I am sure
Of what his hands were touching
Dear God,
I do not understand why you let this man who claimed to be your son die in this way
Is probably how the prayer went...

Oh.  Joseph of Arimathea!  It is you!
We can write about you!
You are the other soldier
Proudly doing your duty

Gave up his own tomb
To lay that boy to rest
What greater honor
What medal could he receive?
No name no gold no silver
Could match what he had done...

He did not know
What miracles would occur
He placed the large rock by the tomb entrance
To keep the body safe
He did not know
There was no need...

The body would escape this earth
The body would escape
The sun...the son would return
To hell with the non-believers

He was the only one.