Jesus hauled his cross along baked alleys
Squirted with the piss of squatting virgins
Needles in his forehead
Dripping blood fluffing his vision
Struggling with contempt for his being
Missstepping along his path
The last supper with an unknown girl
Was a chance to abide in peace.
Would you be there to share
As he gave only to be displayed on a cross
But judge not you demons
I have no proof of your idiocy
Only time will tell
In quite whispers does Judas voice
And it falls and bleaches and bathes clean
It lets me rest to carry all I have seen.
