Blood dripped on the floor as 

he plaited,

The Cruel Crown.

To inflict pain always causes pain.

No one knew the cost

of those long, deep piercing

nail like thorns.

No one asked.

Who picked the branches

wove them

and who forced them

on Christ’s head?

Did he look Jesus in the eye?

Was it placed from behind

Doubling the shock?

Did his own thorn pierced hands

mingle his blood with Jesus’ then?