4.28.2009

Zayin (sword): part 7 of The Red Letters

Two edged and twice sharp,
this enterprise of piercing,
dividing is unstilled, unchecked,
and often unsought,
but invades the softened
parts where piercing hurts
most, a siege of the ground
we humanly marked holy,
roped off narrowly, and built
Jericho-like walls around.
We occupy spaces between
controversies and settle
into unstirred, creek-bed
sediment, resisting a flow
toward glory because of
the familiarity, the static
comfort and staid satisfaction,
we would otherwise
leave behind. Piercing
is division, in the right hands
skillfully separating the stagnant
from living flesh until
we are cleft painfully
into resemblance of you.
You show no mercy
in pruning fruitless parts,
invested solely in us and not
what we have made ourselves.
Toward this end, you cut
away excess, even where we
see necessity, until we are
beautifully soft and naked,
as Eustace stripped of all
his scales. You haunt
the distinction of
joints and marrow, filling
the void between our structures
and the underlying life,
roaring subtly in
indistinguishable whispers
out of the one and
into the other.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, Andrew! This is an amazing poem. This was my favorite part:

    You show no mercy
    in pruning fruitless parts,
    invested solely in us and not
    what we have made ourselves.
    Toward this end, you cut
    away excess, even where we
    see necessity, until we are
    beautifully soft and naked,
    as Eustace stripped of all
    his scales.

    I loved that part in (which book was it?) about Eustace. Boy! You have 3 blogs! That should keep you busy (and the rest of us happy with reading your writings! :)

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