Fully human

and fully divine:

the hallmark of humanity

is sinful

imperfection

and yet you had none.

I wonder

how you managed

to steer clear

of everything

but the bull’s eye.

I reconstruct

your ignoble demise

like a forensic scientist

searching for something

to connect me

over the centuries

to you

something that would betray

your humanity.

As you hung there dying

and they mocked you,

you petitioned the father

for a pardon on their behalf.

I keep rooting around

for even the slightest wisp

of rotten humanity

and still come up empty.

I know you were sinless.

I know you were perfect.

I’m a believer.

I just want to know

how you did it.