Strip me down
Past the softness of cotton
Through everything synthetic
Down to the skin, and farther still
Peel deep into me
Beyond all nerve and sinew and muscle
Past all resistance
Bore into bone
Scrape the marrow out
Till you find me my soul again,
And, having found it,
Plunge headlong into the dark of my conceit
Discover there my conscience
Strike it if it is unstricken
Wound it if it is safe
Coax it out of the dark
Rather, propel it!
Back through the skeleton, nerve and bone
Back to form and strength and feeling
Into the skin
Run it up the back of my neck
Till the hair stands on end
Let it roll off my tongue
Let it see through these near-emptied sockets
My eyes
Oh God of Golgotha
My eyes!
Lamar Howell's Weblog 
Sorry, Lamar, it took me some time to get here to read this. Wow, what good job you did on this. It is so graphic. I have stood at Golgotha, and so this poem really comes alive to me. Great job. I could feel every image well.
Bonnie