Three standing crosses, staggered,
reinforce the salt white scrimmage line of cement curb.
Necks draped in floral strings—
guests in Hawaiian orchid leis attend a beach-side luau.
Rome had famous crucifixions;
my mind reechoes the long death wails of Pict and Gaul.
A traffic light dangles on a cable,
its glossed new body is trimmed in thin reflector yellow—
—no Lazarine resurrection.