So violence is a good thing then.
Or so I thought, paused and witnessing
The crucifixion once again.
Not drowning but waving, the wrists
That twist and try to lift form an embrace.
It’s this, I hear, that is the act of grace.
You can’t nail yourself to a cross, and I
For one can’t carve a Christ in agony.
But how was he to show and I to see
Without these artisans of misery?
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