Christ
Adam Bryant Martin
Stop
Shaping me
In marble.
Stop having
Your painters
Do my portrait.
Make me your friend before I'm made your father.
Take off this cape and leave me scarred and naked.
Take off these diadems and give me back the thorns.
Take away the wine and lete my blood flow down.
Take me out from this cathedral
So I can talk
To gay people
Whores junkies
Pimps, others
Whom you
Don't love.
Take away
This scepter
Of gold
And give
me back
that heavy
cross.
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