10-Know not what We Do

I don’t want to live

at the tip of the thorn

in the crown scalp and skull

of Christ

up there courageous

on the wood

flesh filled

with nails

but I must

I must live with it

accept it

for our human hands

drive in the thorns

like claws like teeth

feasting

upon some dangerous

defiant radical

man-like thing

we cornered

muzzled

defeated

as little human tongues

of blood

lick trails

down His forehead

His eyes

His cheeks

and what does Christ say

to our Father

in the midst of his own

slaughter

Father

forgive them

for they know not

what they do