A Rhyme of Two Wayfarers

Two travellers met in passing, and one was lost in the murk:
“Tell me (I come from Nazareth seeking carpenter work)
Is this the road to Jerusalem?”
“You're somewhat out of the way.
A furlong to the left, sire, brings you to Golgotha,
Then turn along the hillside—a path leads to the street
Where three men loom on crosses with nails clenched through the feet.”
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