Christ, I love you,
not because you descended from a star,
but because you revealed to me
man’s anguish and tears,
and showed me the keys that open
the closed doors of light.
Yes, you taught me
that man is God, a poor God
crucified like you.
The one at your left,
at Golgotha-the worst thief-
he, too, is God.

(This poem was found in Che Guevara's backpack after his execution, October 9, 1967)