The Christ: the Ass: the Assenting

Bear up, pale ass, beneath thy load,
Move on, move on, forever.
Tread down the palms that clothe thy road,
The hearts and tongues that waver.
They follow when we twain pass on,
Each year they shout "Hosanna."
They urge us on, they wish us gone;
Pale ass, we trek forever.

—M.L.