The Gospel of Judas

1.
The shadow

In our hands
Was just a shell. We carried it
Between us, a bucket spilling
Two or three directions.

2.
The moment you were tree-like,
Wind screwed into a nail.
You spoke in tongues of thunderstorms,
Spitting wounds.

3.
Nonetheless, I marvelled. I saw air
Take purchase in the slippery grass.
I saw, in your hands, that birds
Were your hands.

4.
But, I saw, staring up from
The bony sockets of myself,
A beast, settled on drizzled rock, a threadbare coat
In the silent ear of your faith.

5.
They meant to see
The stations of your directions:
A shadow,
Moving in and out of sun,

And still.

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