Ash Wednesday

There was not much time,
Everything had to be made ready,
For we must crucify Him
Again and again and again,
We scurried through the labyrinth,
Down the stairways of Heaven
To bring down the Cross and the Starry Crown,
She carried the Cross on her shoulders,
Then helped me with the Crown,
She pricked her finger as we hoisted it
To the top of the Cross,
Gazing at the pigeon drop of blood
Dije a ella, “¡La Sangre de Cristo!”
She put her bloody finger to her lips
Admonishing me to go and tell no one.