To put this World down, like a Bundle —
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy — possibly Agony —
'Tis the Scarlet way
Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God —
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road —
Flavors of that old Crucifixion —
Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed —
Strong Clusters, from Barabbas' Tomb —
Sacrament, Saints partook before us —
Patent, every drop,
With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker
Who indorsed the Cup —