inri

The computer room
at my elementary school
had a door no one used
with a crucifix hanging over
it
it
looked
down upon
swivel chairs, cardboard desks
keyboards and brooms – it looked down
and said why why have you forsaken me?
and I glanced at it sometimes
others I’d stare head on, and say
what is that cross hiding
floating over that door (when no one knows where it leads to
or if it even leads somewhere)

Beneath it I
read of how your people in babylon had sacrificed
a sacred lamb and brushed its blood
on the lunettes of their homes
or even the doors themselves
all for protection, just
to warn the angel of death
that the people of god
live
here.