The complete history of violence, down

to a body--exhaustive & neatly shrouded.

That eerie Jew beat like a girl, & made to

embrace Rome on high.

A Roman-made example, in a tomb like

a political safe.

Chesty guards outside, pre-fall pawns

dreaming of: food, ******* & drink.

There he was, darkened by every sickly

white stitch.

Told--head to toe.

Our stiff moment subject to memory.

More of desperate search standing in

for belief again.

His pointer finger went up, to signal

salvation to lie there in wait.

He had to go through everyone, the

culmination of our works.

Then walked his body through stone.

Squinting into all we'll ever be.