Friday, March 30, 2018

Foucault gets drunk on Good Friday

What knowledge can be 
more powerful than 
knowing that You are
God?

A thousand different 
things I would do if 
I suppose I were 
You.

I snap my fingers
Calvary would have 
turned into a crois-
sant.

Your trick turning blood
into wine but I 
prefer a Pinot
Noir.

Pontius Pilate I 
would have turned him in
to crumbling cheese of
blue.

Yet two thousand years
ago, You knew that
the Word that made all
words 

possible will end,
life lived well will meet 
a staggered humble
death.

And I, contemplat-
ing this last bottle
shake my head as I
sleep.

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