The Street (full version) : Station XII. Jesus dies on the Cross

He humbled himself,

and became obedient unto death,

even the death of the cross.

'I sin every day without repenting,

the fear of death disturbs me.

Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom.'

Jesus replies somehow,

turns his head,

makes the connection.

'This is the truth.

Today you shall be with me in Paradise.'

Then, after a few more words,

the last breath rattles out,

and his face changes.

Later they said that that the sun was eclipsed,

the veil of the Temple torn,

the dead rose from their tombs.

Maybe so.

Isn't it enough though that he died?

He shrank somehow into himself.

The eyes became jelly,

the mouth hung open a little,

the skin of his face went yellow and grey.

Jesus of Nazareth.

King of the Jews.

One soldier, the one not occupied breaking legs,

pushes up with his lance,

an iron willow leaf fixed on a pole.

The leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

Thick blood and thin water splash over his feet onto the ground.

I can see it all.

Tenebræ factæ sunt,

dum crucifixissent Jesum populi:

et circa horam nonam

exclamavit Jesus voce magna:

Deus meus, ut quid me dereliquisti?

Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum.