Agnus Dei

Why does dust seek to espy its place?

Will you enthrone ether runes ‘pon a throne?

Hye grimness from its corpse lands?

Ferret brother death across his own boiling river?

Wasted time will not go undebted nor waived

If fulness be gained, the skull would split

Empty

Your chiselings, your inks, your reverberations are but laddered rungs

Down and down; so many

all the way down

 

What prophets have you?

For is god not dead?

What joy seek you?

Are they not flitty fancies?

Splinter your shins (you have) with unbreakable rods called progress

and behold  

in humility

your purpose

 

A titan lamb upon its belly, feeding a world with a crimson river gush from Glacier Throat

Dead

But the massive lid opens

Green irised.  Life; the banalities

And a pupil that concentrates  

focusedly

on You.