I had been walking the streets of Paris for over an hour in search of my friends

It was the time of festivals and the city was alive with theatre

I was near La Defence when I first saw the Passion of Christ

It was performed by an actor in a bloodied loincloth and two actresses

The whispered performance was drawing some attention as the actresses were topless

I watched them for while and then noticed that another was being performed nearby

This theatre was repeated many times as I made my way across the city

Sometimes Christ’s loincloth was bloodied and in other performances it was pure

But the poetry was always identical and the pain was constant

It was as I approached the district of St Martin that I saw my friends

They were engaged in a performance of The Resurrection

I watched them enter the tomb and emerge soon after

Bringing news of its vacancy to the assembled