nine inch nails.
hammered into flesh filled up and
sealed the deal with nitrogen,
carbon and wine. they hold out stones
but metal restrains him and bread crumbs
never fall around his feet to satiate barren
sanctified as they carry him upon their
backs and shoulders, wooden splinters sink
into their skin and remind them of what it
feels like to be human
heavy feet fall and sink into the quicksand of
time, desperate hands holding on tightly to the
wooden cross dirtied with accumulating blood
unlike he who is pinned to watch them struggle
beneath his weight.
"father, forgive them, for they do not know what