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| ‘hypocrite auteur’ Carl Gopalkrishnan © |
crown filled lace-crusading my
protestant denial
give
penance
every
nation, lacking
the
authority
to
govern
what
faith can bring
and
whence forth
upon
completion
of
our sedition
in
this rendition
for
instance, we shall give
King
James and his Bible
the
pillory boot
and
turn ourselves
over
to the Moon
the
slice arch of her back
her
cascading, slow peeled surrender
her
painting the wet sides of humanity’s skin
we
dream of her articulations in our bones
we
seek every way we can
steal into her light
we
tear ourselves into her fabric
blindfold
crawling hoping
she
is with us
in
the tides, low to high ebb
we
trade the mass produced parts
of
our commoditized life for
finding
the pieces of ourselves
that
wash up on shores
the pieces, we
have never understood
the pieces that say, who we are
inside
the mysteries of the Sun and our sins
where
we have
spent
centuries
steadying
ourselves
in
the mouths of oceans
on
our flagged tongues of land
where
we have always
asked
ourselves why
when
the Moon is
a
woman to worship
we
become undone
we
become empty
palms
for hands
seeking
simply
to
glow again
EJR
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