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Paul Stubbs, from The Icon Maker

Crucifixion (triptych, 1965)

after Francis Bacon

1.

A woman, unscripted, she bends into her
flesh; fidgeting, squirming, contorted:

As if the molten-metal from the mould
of the swastika

it was being intravenously fed into her
veins...

While Satan, upon his sunbed, grins.

2.

Arms pinioned, the epoch is suspended.

From the ripped-open gut spills the
detritus of the century:

fragments of a failed despot's
speech, a bishop's vertebra,
bomb-shells etc

- A crucifixion also begins to stop.

3.

Two journalists, at lectern, in court:

idly discuss the cricket game or the
gas-chambers

"I am moving" cries the Nazi behind them,
"back through the death-throes of my sins!"

- God, out of frame, indifferent:
- force-feeding him the ashes
- of the survivors of Auschwitz.