The sepulchre
The sepulchre and the white
Observing the shroud
linen have yielded me
up
Observing the summer grass
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In vain were the nails driven through my
hands, ^{and my head my
hand mocked with a
prickly}
I remember
I am here after my
crucifixion and ^my
bloody coronation
The I remember the mockers and
[up the side of the paper] the buffeting insults
I am just as alive—
New York and San
Francisco, ^{after two thousand
years}
Again I tread the streets after
two thousand years