Plague Psalm 19

by Philip Metres | June 21, 2022 | , ,

Bees needle our sin-stung flesh in your hive
Yet some kind of sweetness
still touches the tongue.


The heavens distract 
                               from the gnashing of ants
And from your mouth pour forth 
                                                  doom after doom.
The shaking fist proclaims the wound of your brand— 
Nightmare upon nightmare 
                            

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But there was love, love, love,
dripping from our hands.
We both gripped the sharp edge,
and it was painful

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Sometimes
multiplication
of loaves
just means
splitting
one loaf
between
two people.

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What to do with this grief over what happened to you? I don’t know, so I’m making a ritual. 

Image of bubbles beneath the blue-green water with a misty blue sky above

Baptism

The still surface lifted by morning fog
as if a bed sheet
that I’m beneath, in the silt, hair reaching,
skin frog-throat white

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