Monday, October 27, 2014

Numbers 21: In Writing

After

After the loss
lament
the dry desire 
of want

After goodbye
And goodbye
the crashing carcass
of fleeing faith

After no
and nakedness
milk-blue
in bleached light


After  strike
and silence
not-listen
after the  bitter
salt plaint

Can you look
And see it
Wavering above?

Can you stop
And speak
"I have sinned"?

Mine the scalding venom
Mine the sibilant sob
Mine the bitter waters

Dig my own hands
scepter in dust
to bring the surge

That carries me past
the breadth
where I stretch

promise
and sing

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