King's Cross

An escape

wedged between Income Tax and Angel Islington

On monopoly boards where a single entity dominates 

Station

where colored lines five intersect on a tube map

Maroon, Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue

What hue was your face

As you lay bleeding, a King on a cross?

The dice fall from the hands of children hoping

For a number that can take them to Mayfair

To purchase the land priced most

How strange that the fingers

Through which the dice slipped onto Calvary's rocks

To divide the cloth that robed the tortured man

Were the same that lifted up soured wine

To the lips of a king on a cross

Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum (INRI)

Inscribed on wood in languages three

This was a game that was not to be lost in translation

King's Cross

Where the winning move was made

As he breathed his last.

All shadows of doubt left the barren earth

As the sun hid, the curtain tore

And He lay underground only three days

It's not just under London

That Victor(y)ia and Jubilee triumphantly intersect

But in every heart that runs

Across the game board

To surrender all

At the King's cross.

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