wordsout by Godfrey Rust                                       The sailing of the ark  35 of 45  HOME    


Put down this bag of words,
coins for a potter's field. Whose 

likeness do they bear? God is diminished
by all our explanations: we have made 

Christ in our own image, scourged him
with the whips of our doctrines, wrapped 

his beaten body in our purple prose,
frozen his agony in window glass 

and made the cross a trinket. In all we know
there is no analogue for Golgotha: 

but for three hours on a Friday afternoon
Jerusalem lay in unearthly darkness 

till on a scaffold the eternal word
hung silent, staring, gape-mouthed, perfectly dead.

potters field Bought by Judas with his thirty pieces of silver cf Matthew 27:7.