Ecce Homo

June 6, 2016

Shall I tell you what rhymes with ‘wait’? What turns
Your shoes wet from the snow into the cold
That’s frozen so inside your soul? It burns
For you. This scorching bait becomes a scold—
Also for you. Breathe now. Breathe slowly. Hold
The air against your chest. His fearsome eyes
Should come into your mind afresh. Behold
The man.  Behold his sin—contempt, lies.
The argument, I’d thought was his, was yours,
Was always yours. And seeing all, you did
Not stay. Nor heard me say, no peace, no wars,
No crowns of thorns.  Ecce homo—outbid.
But wait. Just what is it that rhymes with ‘wait’?
Too late to say. Right now, we must placate.

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