My  brother and son on the edge of a cliff
walking and talking, they look out to sea.
I shout and I shout, but they don’t hear me.
They’re fading, they’re falling, off the cliff side,
the sky is as huge, and the sea is as wide,
as the moving of moons, or the rising of tides.
This is the Calvary moment, when Satan speaks well,
On how he’ll adjust things, make a heaven of hell.
If only I’ll sell him the right to the light. Darkness
arrives in the middle of day: dripping with blood
that won’t go away. His shadow is mighty, his
darkness holds sway. The man on the cross takes
aeons to die. Listen to this son’s last despairing cry:
“O Lord, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

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