My Kingdom
My kingdom is in
Heaven ; outside
Of space and time.
At three in the
Afternoon, I reside
Over my dominion
Victim of a crime.
I willingly submit
And hang there
Dead. My body used,
Recalled by bread
And wine, to teach
Amongst the rest
The drunken soldiers
What my god knows
Best? My lifeless eyes
Are low, the agony is
Gone and children
Upwards stare in
Wonder, what’s to
Know?
If I appear again
Before these sordid
Men , who will willingly
Submit to lash and
Mockery and spit?
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