So Jesus on the cross;
Was that a lost parable?
Or just his breathing laboured
Mixed with blood.
Did he think of Magdalen
Or the doubts of Gethsemane
As the day wore to evening
And the ruin of being a man.
Did he die in the end
As a forbearing god,
Or as a broken man,
Confronting in terror the folly of his arrogance.
Impotence revealed at the end, and never conscidered truths.
For his sake I hope
His forbearance held
Not because I have need of a god
But for the human charity of it.
Mine did not.