Crucified
To this day,
the nails
remember
how they
pierced
the skin,

the taste
of flesh
and blood,

the jumping
fingers
and soiled
palms,

the crudely
hastened
wood
beyond,

the virgin
grain
and how
it cried,

violated,

ashamed
to be so
blessed.

April 13, 2006







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