They laid his bruised and bloodied body in the ground
They grabbed the largest pestle they could find and got to work
“Get out of this one!”
“Save yourself!”
“Prophesy! Who is crushing you?”
He said nothing
Not because he couldn’t speak
But because of his dignity and desire to forgive
A sweet smelling offering as heaven and earth watched on astounded
A culinary medicine to save the human soul
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