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The little lightning bugge blazes like a signal fire. She sings:

Penetrate, perforate,

Punctuate, poke.

Make a hole

In the sole of that bloke.

Lord Jesus rises from His throne. He’s a bit stiff. All that sitting in grandeur stresses Holy Joints. To disembark He steps to the front of His cubical and extends one bare foot.

A buzzing bugge zips on bugge-y wings beneath His foot as it hovers midair. Jesu pauses, thinking to squish the thing. But how gross when not wearing sandals.

In the shadow of that foot Sarconsson grips the arrow shaft and thrusts upward.

The iron tip stabs Jesu’s tender sole. It pierces fascia, impales muscle, shreds the fine web of capillaries carrying Sacred Blood. Poison sweats into the wound. Love’s Nectar of Disruption begins to burn. It will keep burning.

Lord Jesus howls.

He screams like the rabbit screams when the hawk strikes.

“SAVE YOUR SOLE!”

Sarconsson bellows, but his cry is a whisper in the enormity of Heaven.

“Oh, My pins and needles, quit Your screeching,” scolds Our Virgin Mother.

Her Son does not hear. What Lord Jesus knows is Divine Agony. Sacrifice. He’s been here before … the hot nail rammed through skin and bone.

“No, no, no. No, no. Not now,” He keens.

Love’s venom rides Jesu’s Blood. His mouth gapes as if to vomit it out but nothing emerges. Nothing can vent the merciless love that owns Him. Unbearable love.

He throws back His head and wails:

“WHO DOES THIS?”

Laughter answers. The smooth, mellow laughter of Love. There. But not there. A borderless field of energy.

Laughter. Brother Jude’s hearty cackle transmitted through mirrors. Muffled giggles from a few bold angels. Shuffling and tittering. Others can’t help themselves then and snicker. All at once a tipping point is reached, and the full choir of Heaven erupts with noisy glee. The Virgin smirks.

 
 

Lord Jesus comes to. He is the shameful eye of the hurricane. The whirlwind holds Him fast, even as its hot, roaring air abrades His skin, slices all over His body a thousand cuts. He is Immortal and cannot die. So they must die.

 

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Jack Tails / Sarcon’s Son 16: GB0235