This poem is taken from PN Review 230, Volume 42 Number 6, July - August 2016.
Gratitude
1. After Night Fell Down the Abyss
After Night fell down the Abyss,
ages after Eros mated with Chaos,
the gods were cut up and scattered.
After Forty-Two Names, the creation, the flood,
after nights and days were everyday,
the laws, the land promised,
centuries before an English word there was the Word,
Jesus alone chose to be born.
First day of spring,
flocks of birds break out of darkness,
hatch without choice
into the universe with the rest of us,
join the elements we know and don’t know,
protons and neutrons that live privately,
never chose to be born,
...
After Night fell down the Abyss,
ages after Eros mated with Chaos,
the gods were cut up and scattered.
After Forty-Two Names, the creation, the flood,
after nights and days were everyday,
the laws, the land promised,
centuries before an English word there was the Word,
Jesus alone chose to be born.
First day of spring,
flocks of birds break out of darkness,
hatch without choice
into the universe with the rest of us,
join the elements we know and don’t know,
protons and neutrons that live privately,
never chose to be born,
...
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