Saturday, August 7, 2010

Hear the heinous singing

Hear the heinous singing: their toes from dust depart

as one with sky their song makes them, despite the Earth—

who in stone and tree remembers

rain, blood in rivers,

what they did to each other

She who saw keeps place, baptized by both: drifts of shadow, drifts of light

She who knows the shape of forgiveness, without corners,

is always round, always sung

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