Serenely gazing down
It tells all of the beauty,
the blessing of a gentle life under its wings;
and none of the fire shit intestinal vomit drenched
your limbs will endure hanging on it
left to die
with only a vague hope
that as the doves peck out your entrails
and feast on your delicate eyeballs,
you will be rewarded.
no one can see the Body.
only the cross.