FOR CHRIST'S SAKE


Look there, closely
at the fleshy part of your palms.
Look there where the lines converge and join.
This is where the spikes
are driven through,
nailing you
to the hot splintered wood.

Look there
where your legs are crossed
at the ankles,
as the third spike
crushes through
and holds you.

Slowly
The blood drips
your soul away
into the emptiness,
as you hang
suspended,

in the gulf between

the possibility,
and the reality.

Come down.

Come down.

We need you now.

You hang there because you were the possibility.

We hang here here because we cling to the reality.

For Christ's sake,
forgive us,
for we know not what we do.

Forgive us,
for we know not what we do.

We know not what we do.