There's a disconnection,
because he doesn't know
where the line crosses
from crucification
to melodrama.
The light plays
on his face,
mysterious, illuminating,
and all that,
but you pay attention
to his wrists,
nailed to the slab
of wood in such a
way as to incite
divine intervention.
Cue the angelic choir.
Their voices are not rejoicing,
though, but divinely wrathful
towards our imitating.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
There's a disconnection,
because he doesn't know
where the line crosses
from crucification
to melodrama.
The light plays
on his face,
mysterious, illuminating,
and all that,
but you pay attention
to his wrists,
nailed to the slab
of wood in such a
way as to incite
divine intervention.
Cue the angelic choir.
Their voices are not rejoicing,
though, but divinely wrathful
towards our imitating.
