I walked on Patmos

I walked on Patmos

when the man appeared

or like a man appeared

he knew me

write, he said

write what you see

write what is revealed

send it

are you prophet

are you priest

are you king

yes, he said

send it

we kill prophets

yes, he said

send it

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Then and now

He hung, filthy

he stands, glorious

naked, beaten

radiant, shining

nailed

brilliant

pain, gasping

strength, roaring

voice, dying

word, commanding

forsaken

enthroned

humiliated

exalted

Photograph by Alex Grichenko via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.