King of the Jews

A rooster crows.
I hear a man weeping.

He is led away,
without saying a word.

They all are shouting:
"Let his blood be on us and on our children!"

Who is innocent?
Who is guilty?

They pierced his hands and his feet and his side,
and I turned away.

A soldier laughs.
I hear a dog barking.

I see a sign that reads Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.

They cast lots for his clothing,
as a woman is crying.

While they shook their heads,
I saw the temple being destroyed.

I hear him cry out,
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"

I writhe and lament.
Why didn't I say anything?
Why did I not realize?
He was King of the Jews.