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Sunday, September 4, 2016

Poor Chasen

He tried to build my coffin
Of broken wood and splintered arrows
He was aiming for the soul in which he had
No compass to the divine…
Instrument of repentance
& sharpened fury
Of the disaster of his own despair
Angry at his mother
He could not remedy the broken clock
Inside his heart
A damaged insect
With silk wings
That went down to the pit
He bragged about follies
To staff
AS if violent sex
Was a revelation
He tried to build a coffin
To bury his pain
Of splintered arrows and broken wood
Bloody hands to hide his shame
He accidentally stabbed himself
As he leaned over
Into the flames of Ba’al.

Jdh 9.4.16

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