You were the perfect circle, hammered upon the anvils of our peasant selves. You were the desert night, cool points of stars to our nets and fish and warm lake waves. We followed you down all the foot-sore roads north and south, east and west. Birds circled darkly against the jagged light of noon. Where the body is, they will gather. We here have left everything for you, what's in it for us? And you said, No one who has given up all for my sake, but will receive all and more in the kingdom of my Father. I said I would follow you down, even to death, but here I am. They broke you, smashed the circle. You said you'd rise on the third day. I will believe it when I see it, my Lord of the circle, my Embodied Star.