Blood Argument

July 12, 2017

You insist
that the world belongs to a stony-hearted goat-god –
how every time we act, we enact
his vileness; how this is no
ecstasy, just a bad laboured joke.

Your body in spasm
longs to strip the flesh, but if you do
there will be nothing left but the busy
bone-clatter of tactics.

*

I will listen instead to the river,
cold as time, smelling of blood-brown leaves.

April Bernard

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