Marie Howe

Magdalene on Gethsemane

When he went to the garden the night before

And fell with his face to the ground

what he imagined was not his torture, not his own death

     That’s what the story says, but that’s not what he told me.

He said he saw the others   the countless   in his name

raped, burned, lynched, stoned, bombed, beheaded, shot, gassed,

gutted and raped again.