I am no feeble Christ, not me. He hangs in glib delight upon his
cross, above my body. Christ forgive. FORGIVE? [bad word] [bad word]  I vomit for you
Jesu. [bad word] forgive. Down now from your cross. Down now from your papal
heights, from that churlish suicide petulant child. Down from
those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy. I vomit for you.
Forgive? [bad word] he forgives. He hangs in [bad word] delight nailed to
the extent of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt,
sin. He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary,
death reveller, rake, rapist, [bad word]  Jesu, earthmover Christus,
gravedigger, you dug the picks of Auschwitz, the soil of
Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma.
You carry the standard of our oppression. Enola is your gaiety.
The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only
trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image I
have had to suffer. The cross is the virgin body of womanhood
that you defile. You nail yourself to your own sin. Lame [bad word] Jesus
calls me sister there are no words for my contempt, every
woman is a cross in his filthy theology, his arrogant delight. He
turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me. [bad word]  Share nothing you Christ, sterile, impotent, [bad word] prophet of death. You are the ultimate pornography, in your [bad word]  [bad word]  manfear, womanfear, unfair warfare, warfare,
warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.

JESUS DIED FOR HIS OWN SINS, NOT MINE