Epiphany

The ashes burnt into me
And scarred me with a cross,
Scabbed across my face.

They noted the disfigurement
At the passport office
But let me go to the desert.

And the pain in my head was fire,
The hands of the cross licked flame,
Foot of the cross pricked eyes.

The desert sun tattooed me with
Nails, wind lashed hot sand
Into empty hungry caves.

Lent in the desert,
Far from Galilee.