Unmasking the Bone
The suffering released
you of certainty,
made you mourn your innocence.
A brutal burn that crying could not erase.
His hand reaching out to yours,
never changing in its irrational cruelty.
And faith – it commands you to follow. Compels
you to let go, leap into the lungs
of a new god, a god
that makes one thing real
and takes all else in return.
You sit by rivers watching, trust only
hooks and horns for a time.
For a time the horror stalks you,
he follows your step
over landscapes and continents,
calls you every night
with a new shock to harbour.
You say it is a canyon he has cut, full
of dry thorns where no thirst is eased.
But what is the refuge wished for?
Is freedom too impossible
a word to use?
And what of him with his
opalescent depths and
What of you, who labours for a desireless love,
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2015
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