To put this World down, like a Bundle

527 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—