Ingathering my frail smocked son he says: don’t squeeze.
Absolution by poison has made him into papier maché;
They kill him then redress the balance,
Befuddle his blood to save the valved heart.
If the worst of life connives such weakness
How can I plot to sidestep
The slow grinding dust to dust
And graft my tissue to his
To make him new weighty again
Full of substance, begotten not made?
” Nicholas Wolf
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
Judaism Outside History
Jews familiar with Franz Rosenzweig (1886–1929) probably know him first as a hero, only then as a…
The Marxist Who Understood Sex Better than the UMC
The United Methodist Church (UMC) has removed Asbury Theological Seminary from its list of institutions approved to…
The Pope and the Antichrist
I recently lectured in Rome on the topic of the Antichrist. The Antichrist interests me for several reasons,…
