I Looked at the Pieta Today

I looked at the Pieta today,
And rather than be enthralled
By Mary's beauty, like usual,
Or seeing the chiseled perfection
Of its soft lines, and smooth and polished
Hems... I was disturbed and felt
Like I was seeing the world
There held by Mary in her optically
Illusive pose and stature.
There was something different.
It hit me, as gruesome,
And made me feel uncomfortable.
I saw God's wrath there
In Mary's arm, with the slain Christ
Gazed at by Mary's peaceful brow.
The wrath of God is satisfied;
For there it was, on Mary's lap
And it killed God.