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The Last Day Of Christ (Free verse) by Mr Pig
Flaxen locks purpled by thorns,
Yeast baptized in wine,
Laughing soldiers jab their pilumâs,
Into scorched feet bloodied by shackles.
Christâs hands cup his face like a challis,
Coveting eyes darker than rosary,
Holding on to himself,
As he falls from faith.
Christ devoured by treachery,
Drowned in consecration,
Consumed by Judas,
The intoxicated Eucharist.
The hammer blows,
Nails thrust,
The garish sacrament sighs.
Mulled wine blends with sweet dew,
On the coarse glades of Gethsemane.
A carpenter dying on wood,
Uttering his final words to the four winds,
As Judas belches from consumption,
He is forgiven,
Till he hangs,
Like a resurrection sunset.
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