Literary Issue: Poem by Robert Hochberg
Falling ascent, Golgotha-ward;
Heavy the load heaven assigned.
Lances impel, still no lament
Passes your lips, parched as they are.
How no retreat, innocent man?
Agony waits, promising death.
While, in your wake, Lazarus lives.
Come Lord, arise, Simon is here.
“Darling, I’m here, please take my arm.”
Eyes lock on mine, churning with strength.
Strength whence, staunch wife? leaving behind
Children and life, knowing what waits
Three floors above. Then we resume
Climbing the Sloan Kettering stairs.