WHO IS THIS FLESH
upon a
cross,
spattered and injected,
scourged now with promises of
ecstasy
that follow through with
maddenings of the
heart ?
Whose is this sacred flesh,
guttered?
This is the chosen one,
perfumed with favour,
sent
to call out all the
Simons of
serene piosities
untroubled by the flesh that’s
all about them,
Christ
nailed by needles now
and crying out
‘Why are you forsaking me?’
(Holy Saturday; 14-04-01)
Who is this Flesh?
