Augur of Cleavage
Ain’t you all just a little too high & mighty here
with your two dollar sins & scripted wine
with your inerrant lies
I’ll tell you
your beloved son said he wasn’t gonna to get all haughty but he meant not right now
just one day when he got a little money in his pocket I’ll tell you he’s gonna throw
a brick through your stained glass
& head up where those horses run
I’ll tell you
those eyes done been looking off between the high hills like they done seen some pass
& now you might as well keep your eyes on those rocks
because the whittled staff is gonna rise & split them until they flow with blood & water
then honey & milk
I’ll tell you the stone has been placed on my tongue & it quivers with life as pores rise
& ain’t y’all just afraid of naming the sight & the voice
& I tell you its sagging flesh will weigh
heave your soul
upon the rocks
your beloved daughter gone & soughed in the air but wheat will be blown & chaff fall
just one day of sustenance will pass & hunger will sanctify the voice of the righteous
their table will be set with challah
a sweet braid not easily broken
upon the rocks
I tell you we will find a house born of flesh & our house will hold envious mountains
where silver will be cast away & a zealous suitor will tear the curtain
for the temple ain’t long for pharisaic law ain’t long to be made vile by eye & sough
I tell you this truth
a child will be born too poor & noble & tongues will pulse under the rock of her flesh
& she will eat judgment through your breasts
with a blade of jagged love.