By Eugene C. Scott
The cross is one of the most studied subjects in the art world. I have long been fascinated by how a device once used to torture and subjugate people is now often considered art. This photograph is of only one of many pieces of art featuring the cross I saw at a restaurant in Antigua, Guatemala.
Two hammers rang out
with dull metallic thuds,
first one, then another,
Sweat dripped, running into the holes,
soiling their work,
wetting rough spikes,
making their journey smooth.
Raising It into place, Its beauty struck
with the brutal impact used to form It.
Its grotesqueness ran red over the hill;
It’s shadow stretched out–beyond belief.
His body jumped,
fingers scratching at bloody spikes,
blood stained eyes
creeping open on a now pure white world,
by Eugene C. Scott