Friday, August 9, 2013

“blood hymn”

blood hymn

my God
likes him some destruction
sodom and gommorah style

He says
you gotta beat 'em
til they stop moving
and then some

only through blood
and broken bodies
on the far side
of that all too carnal war

only there
is His joy
and your salvation

and His angels
have scars
that are mountains and valleys

and they count them
like blessings

but i said,
and i said
something about flies
and vinegar

and i said
can't you cut them
some slack ?
some fucking slack

and i wasn't really talking about
syria, or cancer, or anything
just about you

some fucking slack,
i said
some things are fragile
breakable, you know
handle with care
with fucking care,

and He said
but isn't it neat
how many directions
the shards fly in
when they shatter?

and i said yeah,
and get stuck in my foot
i said
get stuck in my fucking foot

(He smiled,
at that)

Mairi Graham-Shaw
© 2013

Image links to its source on Wiki Commons - public domain image

Pieter Bruegel the Elder - The Fall of the Rebel Angels (1562)

Thanks, Mairi : )

1 comment:

  1. I'd have guessed Bosch for the painting. Shows what I know.

    The poem's F-bombs work better than most F-bombs, including my own, but that's a supply and demand thing (too many = ineffective. Glutted market, etc.).


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