I think it was my son     , 
     I thought I omnipotent, 
     lord heaven and earth, 
     and instead made of earthy life and dying. 
   
    I think it was my son  
     child born of a father 
     and by a distracted mother. 
     Son by son, 
     sex sex, 
     seed from hope, 
     generated and never created     , 
     to unconsciousness of his father. 
      
     for the youth and for our ignorance 
     came down from heaven and labor of love for 
     as the dawn and heat 
     became incarnate in the womb of a virgin 
     already compromised and was made        abyss. 
     did not ask anything but 
     was killed for us       under   any   Pontius Pilate.  
     died and was drowned in the water black 
     of a bad memory 
     and the third day he rose 
     like a dream was born and died immediately 
     and rose in my throat like a retching 
     to cry in the silence of the mother 
     now in mourning for a wrong word      
     and order the father 
     that gave the snake its rib 
     and a child died before being born            
   
     ... and there will be more history to judge the living 
 
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