Godly Fluids
God lives where time is an instruction, since
Eternity requires a teacher doomed
To death. Divinity can never wince
Unless his palms and arches are consumed
By pierce of nails to agony, are torn
As gravity drags down the flesh, and rips
The wounds to wideness while onlookers scorn.
When vinegar is forced against the lips
Of such a God, with sagging pang, the drug
Infused in drops is merciless. Its taste
Against the tongue is limply spat by shrug
But lingers. Now He knows where hate is based.
..He opens up his learning mouth. It speaks above
….The murderers. His learning drips in love.