I am that maddend dog
that chews its leg,
that last unknowing.
I am the breath that burns
a gasp of fire
a sound rises from me
from me
it trumpets
in hoarse staccato pain
The sun burns bare skin
until char takes the place of blister
and the bone feels the roast
then there is no bone
no thing at all
the trumpet sounds
but only a pitiless
unsounding
there is no gabriel
but only that other angel
that from his throne
condemns
no soul
no soul
but only soulless
pain
pain
and again pain
clouds cast a shadow
light burns more slowly
bone are recast
sinews knit
fat is reclaimed from the fire
morphia claims the reborn soul
to cross a river, but not fall
not fall but trespass against
that other angel and gabriel both
and sleep
sleep were neither gods nor angels
can confound or heal or burn
sleep
only sleep
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