A suffering plaster Christ
borne again and again, trussed
and bleeding, dead in the road;
a local saint in her shroud
wearing scars of a lost love;
what would it take to remove
this prison of dust, to fly
this coop, this reliquary?
A suffering plaster Christ
borne again and again, trussed
and bleeding, dead in the road;
a local saint in her shroud
wearing scars of a lost love;
what would it take to remove
this prison of dust, to fly
this coop, this reliquary?