Discourse on the crippled God
A man swings through the open doors on crutches,\nhis long arms thick with muscle like the Christ
A man swings through the open doors on crutches,\nhis long arms thick with muscle like the Christ
They come together to bury their father\nin the cave where Sarah’s body lies.
I have always believed in the alchemy of letters\n but never in their permanence.
When Noah prayed\nYou sent him a flood\nand charged him with the safety\nof all animal life.
Yes, it’s true, I’ve lost\nThe world you gave me,\nThe blue and luminous world




