I eat stones for breakfast,
chew them on the road.
But one thing—
I don’t release Barabbas.

On a butcher's list
until I'm broken, broken, broken into 1000 pieces
knees bleeding
lips stop quivering
until the started work finishes!

Crown Him,
With That Crown!
and those Crowns!
all the rest, Crown Him!
I said Crown Him!
until no more, Crown Him!

Until failure upon failure,
Until truth strips the soul bare,
Until discipline breaks the bone,
Until I bend,
Then break—
Again.
Until knees bleed,
Lips tremble,
And I shatter
Into a thousand silent pieces.

See how the faithful city--
has become a *******!
She once was full of justice;
righteousness used to dwell in her—
but now murderers!

Technology is their religion.
The machine is their god.
Power is their mantra.
Progress is their prayer.
Children are their sacrifice.
They serve Moloch!

Eyes fixed on the wineglass—
a slow, burning want.
Fingers skim leather-bound pages,
dust clinging to a revered text.

In cathedral light, I witness:
muscles twitch,
yet no arms move.
Tongue dulled, nose muted—
senses flagged.

Still,
I let the desire thaw.