Stigmata Martyr

In a crucifixation ecstasy

Lying cross chequed in agony

Stigmata bleed continuously

Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me

Stigmata, oh, you sordid sight

Stigmata, in your splintered plight

Look to your crimson orifice

In holy remembrance

In scarlet bliss

Stigmata martyr