Victimae paschali laudes
For every day I lived in this world,
a cell of my skin gave up.
Simply – ceased to exist, compelling
a list of events to unroll:
First, my hands gave in,
relinquishing control
to their executioner.
Second, my eyes rested
on the merciful palms,
spelling resignation.
Third, I became a flag,
a sign inviting all the
immolent Christiani.
depraved, decrepit
masters to arm.
I am yours now – subside.


