I walked the Via Dolorosa slowly brushing passed pilgrims,
in front of me an Arab man dragged two tortoise in a plastic bread basket.
They clambered over each other unable to see the rise of the path,
neither knowing I am sure what they were or where they were heading.
At the Church of the Holy Sepulchre the man rested on stone steps,
lifting the creatures from the basket he set them free.
They moved slowly like petrified life toward the towering doors
seemingly weighted down by some unseen burden,
Inside pilgrims kissed the sacred stone where Christ had lain dead.
The Tortoise man turned his back and walked away
no-one noticed the two-by-two tedrapod,
too late for the arc too insignificant to be seen in such a place as this.
© Wolfgar 2/2018