Broken

I felt the barbed wire
on the head of Jesus
pull my heart through
my chest
where my soul
wore the nails
in his wrists
as a crucifix
to my body.

I sat
in the darkness
of Joseph,
abandoned
as Jacob,
and thrown
into the fire
of Abraham.

Just as the people
of Noah
were destroyed,
there is nothing
left of me.

And with the patience
of Job,
I endure.

Today, the angels cried.