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The Thick and Thin Men (The Weight of Glory)


We are the thin men
We are the hungry men
Living together, slighty apart. Alas!


Honey from the carcass of the beast –
fire-chariot arriving at the feast –
and I, who would aim high,
am grateful to be the least at your table.

On the mountain the wind is whispering.
In your house our tongues are talking.
In your steps those who were dead are walking.


Bees swarm through the ribcage of the earth.
Bread bakes in the womb of your birth.
Bold stories tell of inestimable worth
on the summit where all appears shining.

Sweet dew upon the new loaf
impregnated with yeast –
guests, unexpected, eat together in peace –
at your table all find kind release
to follow as we are made able.

Honey from the carcass of the beast –
heralds bring good news to the East.
The wise have ceased to wonder why war ceased –
so I am grateful to die, drowning, under your waters.


drowning –
towed down deep,
never to come up,
never to rise that way
again from this sleep –
dragged through the pelvis –
head to feet –
by the unbounded weight of your body.

Here are the pieces of Abraham’s gate –
the torch and the jar of one who came late.
We have been swallowed – like Jonah – as flesh on a plate,
pulled through with the cosmos, attached to your fate,
by the infinite weight of your body,
by the weight of your infinite body.


This is the way the turning point (world) begins
Not with a bang but through a series of dreams

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