Vox Clamantis

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Vox Clamantis

…And Nicodemus said to Him, ‘How can these things be?’

—John 3

 

We sparkle, we chaff

And in tones nonchalant but grim

Confess the therapy of rosaries

Adultery and gin.

But, Oh, love, do not look me in the eye!

Morning’s torso always turns, always redresses in disgrace.

Lift the fig leaf to the face

(we can’t go back the Eastern way):

Conquest, rapture, boredom’s salted taste,

And bead by bead, dismisséd grace

Slips

From our fingers, from our bed,

And, disenchanted, sighs upon the floor.

The unheard didactic

Was invitation to adore.

 

Hillsdale, 2004. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

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