Stick the finger inside
the chink;
nail long and sharp.
Wriggle it,
jugg,
until it draws blood.
Lick it in your mouth,
savor the taste;
and know your diet
has changed.
Be the first at the crucifixion.
Stand me (and them and her and him)
where once we each together
stood.
Find it plausible now
to jeer,
escaped within your armor.
There never was a crucifixion
of a completely armored man.
Imagine this: a suit of mail,
of metal plate;
no place to press the dagger in.
Nothing but the eyes
to stick
with narrow truth.
Burning sharp,
burning bright;
burning righteous,
but burning blind.