My spirit is poisoned. I die soon.
Simon
Then die for the living.
Barabbas
There are none left alive.
[As he speaks the tops of three crosses and three Roman standards are seen against the sky at back, beyond the portico, as they are borne slowly in procession from left to right. As they pass, the wailing of women’s voices is heard interspersed with the angry murmur of a crowd and cries of “Crucify him!”]
Barabbas
[Pointing to the crosses.] There goes the cross now for the god to hang on,
That’s the dead tree to bear the dead world’s fruit.
Simon