The Flesh Made Word

They found God praying to himself in a garden. One man kissed him on the cheek. Amen. It was finished. They marched him off to watch the judge wash his hands. They thorned his crown and flayed his back, walked him up a slope of skulls and nailed him to a T. Some men bled his side and gambled for his clothes. Some women cried for themselves. The God held his breath. It was finished. Amen. Nothing left but to gather his body between sheets and lay him in a book to rise again.