Milan, Where visions took hold Of Constantine’s mind and Changed history’s course, of course. How could it not? Christ’s mind spread far and wide All the way to Thessalonica, The birthplace of an idea Too big to fail and Far too big to succeed, Where intolerance hung On a single decree. Oh what to see what Constantine saw That changed his mind, That changed the shape of the globe From that of a spheroid To that of a cross. White men run— As they often do— With this idea and justified Blood and sacrifice Until the former ran a river to my feet. I think: “What would Jesus think of all of your hate? Lord, I ask you for the guidance to teach these men.” I know that I am the man who needs to be The one who leads these souls from Milan.