I have seen him stretch out his naked limbs on the altar.

I have seen.

I have seen the flash of blades descending.

I have cried out.

I have anointed my brow with his blood.

I have mourned with the others.

I have eaten the red bread and drunk the red drink.

 

Then I have seen him rise up again, hale and whole.

I have wondered.

I have taken his hand.

I have danced with him then, and the others.

I have danced.