R. S. Thomas
She brought these limbs forth
and death stands by the Cross
proud of his latest
sculpture. Out of perspective,
they said, who could not endure
the angle the head made
with the body, nor the length
of the arms, still too short
to embrace the horror
of it. We can suffer the art
better; our problems now,
curators of an enormous
gallery, the valley of
wrenched bones in which
we wander, to single this one
out for our veneration.