Christ, Unmasked

They probe
the open
landscape
of you
looking for evidence of you

the wide bridge of an unmalleable nose
of the Euphrates
leading to two reflective pools
that shine with the face of the sun

they dig into the
raze of mahogany skin
deep and earthen like branches
to find tattered relics that do not point to your existence

they search in
high mountain bluffs
peaked cheeks
leading into
the valley that contains
the breathy cool of the day

where you were laid to rest
where you rose to glory
where you walked through rivers
and fished for souls

and still,
like water,
they do not know
your ever moving face