To Yves Bonnefoy(1923-2016)
God is dead.
Dead like an unborn being only can be.
A clean death.
No giant carcass rotting in open.
No maggots or bone worms feeding.
Just this huge gorge
through the Occidental civilization
marking where it fell,
shattering as it shattered.
The dust in our eyes
is divine ash.
04.07.2016-17.03.2022
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