Friday, October 2, 2009

Another Poem...

....but not mine. I really like this one. Misty said that she would never take pictures to go with this one though. Wondering why? Read it. I had to read it twice. And it helps to read the verse first.

Luke 18.25
by Karsten Piper

He spread his blanket on the sand,
kneeled and arranged his bowls and tools:
hook, mallet, clamp, chisel, rasp, razor.

His smile glinted in the rongeur’s claws,
and upside down in the curette’s spoon.
Light shone out of the needle’s eye.

“Hoosh,” he said and began plucking hairs,
paring calluses, shearing wool, shaving
to the follicles, cutting to the quick.

He sorted these, trimming skin with skin,
hair with hair, into rows of clay bowls,
and set a large basin to catch each sour drip

as he sliced the hide and used both fists
to yank back the whole stubbled, gray pelt,
as wet and red on its underside as afterbirth.

He piled this heavily away, draping it
in clean linen, and turned to the meat and bone
heaving under sheer, tight membrane.

Sawteeth chewed into femur, rib and shoulder.
Pliers twisted and wrenched away tendons
until everything softened, canted, and collapsed—

yet not one sliver dies. Each ribbon and shard
bawls for the horror and hurt of their missing,
wishing for the old braying wholeness.

Pain bloodies evening and morning,
stabbing day after day from even the first cuts,
like the slow light of far stars.

Eyeballs and heart float alone in the last bowl,
dark and defenseless, quavering when he leans down
and they recognize in his eyes how little is left.

“Easy now, Camel,” he says and lifts me
in his fingertips, one quivering strand at a time,
through the eye of the needle.


Misty October 2, 2009 at 12:38 PM  

I can't believe you posted it on here...gross! :)

Anonymous October 2, 2009 at 4:44 PM  

I agree! Gross! Chris - please refrain from reading anymore poetry.
Luv you anyway,

Chris October 5, 2009 at 5:35 PM  

Oh COME ON! I can imagine you two before the foundation of the world, saying, "Father, that's GROSS, don't beat him, pierce him, slash him, kill him, that is just a bloody mess! How could that possibly glorify you, don't be foolish." Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles (I Cor. 1:23)

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