Monday, March 2, 2015

Deuteronomy 12: In Writing

A springing hind
leap through knoll and valley
fleet-footed deer,
too dear to be possessed

a wandering river
wrap every winding,
chattering at the bend
burbling at every breast

liquid web that dissipates
or pools quiet and cold
in stony shadows
encircled and taken, to be made

your ascension, your sacrifice
your tithe, your bread
what rises from your hand
your promise, your dread
your gift, your firstborn,
your blood of red

bound and gathered
it bleeds at the edge
fully there.

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