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.