01.01.1991
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There seems no reason he should've died. His hands
are pierced by holes too tidy to have held,
untorn, hard muscles as they writhed on spikes.
And on the pink, scrubbed bottom of each foot
a bee-stung lip pouts daintily.
No reason he should die -- and yet, and yet
Christ's eyes are swollen with it, his mouth
hangs slack with it, his belly taut with it,
his long hair lank with it, and damp;
and underneath the clinging funeral cloth
his manhood's huge and useless with it: Death.
One blood-drop trickles toward his wrist. Somehow
the grieving woman missed it when they bathed,
today, the empty corpse. Most Christs return.
But this one's flesh. He isn't coming back.
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