Wednesday, September 13, 2017
A Poet Who Loves Christ Reflects on Andres Serrano's "Piss Christ"
Chris Rice Cooper
A Poet Who Loves Christ Reflects on
Andres Serrano’s Immersion (Piss Christ)
Whipworms in the Only Sinless Body
that earthly kings refused to touch.
Their Roman soldiers taunting Him at
every drop of feces,
every drip of urine,
crawling down His thighs, legs,
to His feet layered on top of the other;
mocking Him at the surging of His blood
from His head, back, wrists, feet, side, tongue:
God forgive them for they know not what they do.
We imagine clean red blood
laying delightfully on His body
like strawberry wine over a broken wafer.
This poem is not about what we imagine
but the reality of His crude crucifixion
like Serrano’s Immersion (Piss Christ)-
a 60 X 40 Cibachrome Print
of a plastic crucifix in a glass tank of Serrano’s urine.
If Serrano had not placed piss in the title
people would have mistaken it for polyurethane or amber.
Prints of the image have been destroyed.
Where is the plastic crucifix in Serrano’s urine?
I like to think it’s been raised, pointing humanity to the Real Thing.