‘Jesus also suffered outside the gate,’
We were told, outsiders and cold,
Not quite part of it and told, to go.
The execution place was outside the walls
Where people congregated and saw for themselves
The spot of horror.
Outside the gate the people run,
Dwellers of nowhere, belonging to no one,
They are free, to live invisible,
In the ashes of the desert.
Whilst the city was in the dark
The outsiders flocked towards the mound,
To source the flames, keep warm,
And there as quiet witnesses, Lord, they saw You die.