last breath

Freedom exhaled before mourners and murders
millions of souls watched, waited, mourned, wondered
watched His stillness from beyond the veil
(perhaps in wonder)
it seemed less like a death and more like a definition
a salvation that seemed more lucid than days of 
fish and loaves
they observed the quaking twist of injustice (mercy)
across the tides of the abyss
suddenly they understood their story: 
why giants fell and kings collided into their own destiny.
angels and mortals 
judges and criminals
the whoring mass of man's worst epic
ravished ones of the innocent garden
betrayers and hypocrites
broken and beaten
the rabble of messy humanity
watched as the last drop fell.

(tombs expelled the dead, ushering forward a kingdom birth of blood and grace.)