I look at your
Nail driven hands
And feet
Did they think you
Would escape
With whipped legs
And back
The crown You wore
Not of diamonds
But spikes
Driven into your head
Your face unrecognizable
From welts and spit
You hung with  love
So deep that
It lasts for eternity
Into your hands
I commend my Spirit
And may I do the same
With your dying
Love for me