Counting
wheat
     from
the backseat
 
chauffeured
to and fro
 
driven
toward Calvary
     (“Siri, give me directions  
                        ―
by the shortest route, please”)
    
     as though in a motor race
 
     passing by
windows rolled up
in a hurry
     to bury our dead
 
chasing a clergyman’s
          frock.
 
  : : PARK HERE : :
 
       and walk
       with Simon the Cyrene
the deathmark
      down
      the Dolorosa
 
on hand
​     and 
foot.