The ineffable can never vanish.
That’s why I need to tie up all the threads,
That’s why I need to tie up all the threads,
make wax impressions of all the heads-
of-Caesars on polished
or tarnished coins, bald-eyed like the dead—
of-Caesars on polished
or tarnished coins, bald-eyed like the dead—
God, only a blur except when blood is shed—
as when the Philistines were vanquishéd:
our God killed their God,
as when the Philistines were vanquishéd:
our God killed their God,
the fish-God Dagon—Jonah’s
whale, or the dolphin who rescued Dionysus—
Orpheus, torn
whale, or the dolphin who rescued Dionysus—
Orpheus, torn
to shreds—flesh become Word
of the blind, bread of the famishéd.
Who says God is dead?—
of the blind, bread of the famishéd.
Who says God is dead?—
One particular unresolved feud
gives me lots of daily anguish.
I won’t say God is dead
while there’s still one hanging thread.
gives me lots of daily anguish.
I won’t say God is dead
while there’s still one hanging thread.
