Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Hunting Night

The word of your mouth
is a tearing knife;
the word of the Lord
is a severing knife:

O Lord, carve me up.
Walking barefoot

on the broken bodies of apostles

Lord,
tear me to pieces.

It is not without reason
that the prophet
saw in Assyria, and in the land
of Egypt, his God fanged and roaring, lionlike.

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