Mysterium Tremendum BY PHILIP JENKS For Rabbi Berger, Beth El Synagogue, Durham North Carolina Bess was my gussy friend She always took care. From the friction Or could. a bell is something different. Altogether. Such costly errors Of the mind. Eso and exoterror Skeletons. The pink body Eating its shell. She had pleaded not to pick Up with the underneath Legs and all scrabbling. But the fluorescent tests Allowed for prepreception. Every ghost limb has a war story. But not every war story has a limb. Fifteen thousand candles are Little kittens. It's an exed out eye Thing for this one. Or in the rubble, an Oboe Tuned by the wind. Half of him is impounded In the tree folk Gemeinschaft Half of him is a city. If you call him in the forest You might get the gut side Vertiginous and quiver, Covered in vines and hair To camouflage What's on the inside that counts? What fixed and determinate story
Mysterium TremendumBYPHILIP JENKSFor Rabbi Berger, Beth El
Synagogue, Durham North CarolinaBess was my gussy friendShe always
took care.From the frictionOr could. a bell is something
different.
Altogether. Such costly errorsOf the mind. Eso and
exoterrorSkeletons. The pink bodyEating its shell.
She had pleaded not to pickUp with the underneathLegs and all
scrabbling.But the fluorescent testsAllowed for prepreception.
Every ghost limb has a war story.But not every war story has a
limb.Fifteen thousand candles areLittle kittens. It's an exed out
eyeThing for this one.Or in the rubble, an OboeTuned by the
wind.Half of him is impoundedIn the tree folkGemeinschaftHalf of
him is a city.If you call him in the forestYou might get the gut
sideVertiginous and quiver,Covered in vines and hairTo
camouflageWhat's on the inside that counts?
What fixed and determinate storyHails from the forest
theseFisted halls?Most of him is hanging in the tree youSee
blinking in the sunlight, such a drip.The rainwaiter tickles the
private.
Got to get it together.From formal folkComes the shining.
