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.

 

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