Monday, March 12, 2007
Blood Real
a poem from the resident Poet
Those who reflect on idealisations
Inspite of themselves
Commit brutalisations.
But Jonah
Consummed in the guts of the whale
Found guts of his own
When spewed out small and pale
And staggered
But firm
On the ground he could feel
Found God
Though in heaven
On earth
Is blood real.
Those who reflect on idealisations
Inspite of themselves
Commit brutalisations.
But Jonah
Consummed in the guts of the whale
Found guts of his own
When spewed out small and pale
And staggered
But firm
On the ground he could feel
Found God
Though in heaven
On earth
Is blood real.
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