We coin the hollows of your beaten face
and hang your agony in hall-marked silver,
display in church your prosperous embrace,
fast in the golden cross a diamond splinter.
So we efface your crucified reproach,
betrayed by pains beyond our sympathy;
your agony has cast beyond your reach
a world beyond the reach of agony.
Christ! How we make you distant, splendid, rich,
we cannot live with your humanity.