What do you mean hiding behind a red curtain and
letting it drop amid clanging bells, to reveal your bare body?
You pose with a hip cocked, an arm thrusting that white banner
with its crimson cross into the towering space of the nave.
Did we come to the theatre? Were you sniggering while we
dropped tears and chanted Christo pietà! in the shadows,
holding together the cracks of our cheap taper candles?