To meet my God

And I met the Devil in Red.

I went down into the desert

To meet my God.

Oh Lord, my God, awaken from the dead!

I see you there, your thorn-crown on the ground—

I see you there, half-buried in the sand—

I see you there, your white bones glistening, bare,

The carrion birds a-wheeling round your head!

Encountered on the Streets of the City