THE SERMON AT LATRUN

THE SERMON AT LATRUN
 

You piss on my love as if
it were a bonfire, extinguishing it
ember by ember with the arrogance
of the perfect crime, and afterwards
you cry at night in front of an empty robe,
a shirt on a barbed wire hanger –
What were you thinking?
 
So your carriages turned into pumpkins,
your horses to mice,
and rags began peeping through.                                  
Both of you, covered in fig leaves,
biting into the apple of knowledge,
knowing how to enter and exit the norm –
Were you not afraid?
Did you never hear that God
has no God?
 
You will be wanderers in the cash flow                         
of life, dogs without  collars.
You will never relax into form,                              
never again hear the heart go boom –
 
A pig’s head resting on a tray,
a green apple stuffed in its mouth –
With this you remain –
So sayeth the Lord.       

THE SERMON AT LATRUN