A sword of lightning
My brother and my son on the edge of the 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 the moon, of the rising of the tide.
This Calvary moment, when Satan speaks well
Of how he’ll adjust things and make it all swell,
If only I’ll sell him my right to the light. Darkness
Arrives in the middle of day: dripping with blood
That won’t go away. The shadow is mighty and
The darkness holds sway. The man on the cross taking
Aeons to die, remembers his son’s last despairing cry:
“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?”
And thinks about truths and thinks about lies.