The governor took a black Sharpie pen,
some Chinese plywood, a packet of screws.
With left-handed cursive he scribbled a sentence
“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”
He put it in Latin, in Greek and Hebrew
In Spanish, in Braille, in the tongue of the Scots
In Semaphore signals, in sign language too
In Morse Code with tiny black dashes and dots
His handyman climbed over Him who was bleeding,
with a cordless drill, screwed the sign on
The crowd all crossed their arms and were screaming
“We don’t understand it . . . we can’t . . . we won’t!”