i.
Trousers of pleated leaves
complete two stick-and-stone people.
Breathy commands won't
bring His Genesis to life.
ii.
Self-christened, this Christ
recruits brutish disciples
with dyspeptic acts.
iii.
Four points can guide her
across arid, bitter lands.
They can't lift her up.
6 comments:
I found this deeply interesting, and engaging. Is there more to come? It feels as though I am being told something important, but the truth is just out of my reach. This self-christened Christ sounds like an unsavoury character.
And I love the hope in the final verse.
These were three separate very short poems, each very loosely about religion. I lumped them together to see what connections they might make. I'm sure there will be more of the like to come, as it's a bit of a preoccupation.
these were intriguing in their connection as much as their verges.... I liked the sense of reach exceeding grasp, but the need for hope all the same...
also enjoyed the previous three posts...especially Flail... quite compelling.
@Harlequin Thanks. It's really interesting to me what readers take away from these shorter pieces. I think of them as very abstract and a little dark, so I'm glad that feelings of hope sneak their way out of them.
do we have good religion?
We haven't found one yet, in my opinion, but I hold out hope.
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