What would it feel like to carve this figure;
to first construct the mahogany cross,
to lay it on a bed of tiles,
and then,
having procrastinated long enough
to begin with my chisel
to pare away the wood -- or is it stone? --
knowing this is what awaits inside --
these hands and feet will be pierced;
this head will be crowned and bowed,
this ribcage sliced,
just here,
and painted blood --
Would you relive that painful day,
be haunted by harsh dreams at night,
and feel each scrape of the blade on your own skin?
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