Hemorrhaging from the concertina
 	crown, brass knuckles, scourging, cigarette burns,
 	lurching the last meter of Golgotha
 	where He must dangle three hours in urns
 	of japing ether, He drops His bloody tree.
 	Executioners rip His clothes away,
 	cut cards for His keepsake convict jersey.
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