But listen as they question Him;
listen as they plot and lie.
Listen: by the fireside,
Peter lies and cries.
Watch as, dust, we crumble down;
watch the Son of Man, betrayed,
tell the truth, secure His death
and die for dust He made.
Has anything like this been seen?
The eternal enters time,
ascending thrones, accepting death,
fracturing rhyme.
The Consolations of Writing 