THE FEAST OFALL FOOLS

THE FEAST OFALL FOOLS

I would have stayed the Rabbi’s hand, Seeing Him thus, God’s only Son, Taking the sins of everyone In bleeding, mutilated gland: Mock-circumcised, can understand, Knowing the thing already done, This, the unkindest cut but one, To lead man to the Promised Land.

Living His crude indignity In my own flesh, for one whole day, I understand, do not approve: Concede it was the only way To prick pride with humility, Imperfect man with perfect love.