32. Deposition
(painting by Rosso Fiorentino, Volterra)

Four men point, call out,
with much ado, push and shove,
clumsy in this craft, not used to this,
precarious, hustle Him down,

heavy with the burden of sin.
A man on the side wrings sorrow
from his eyes. A lad looking out
of place, why me, why here, what’s this,

holds a ladder, face away.
A man who climbed up,
wobbly, to assist, looks away,
trembles, in fear or in lament.

Magdalena kneels, sunk deeply
in folds of red, clutches the knees
of Madonna, held from a swoon. The colours
glory supreme, no matter what.