Monday, July 30, 2018

One Mustn't Keep a Sensitive Executioner Waiting - poem

Lawrence Hall
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One Mustn’t Keep a Sensitive Executioner Waiting

“You are your own god – and are surprised when you find
that the wolf pack is hunting you across the desolate ice fields of winter.”

― Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings

Crazy old men bellowing at each other
Crazy old women shrieking at us all:
The Spiritus Mundi is hard at play
Among the wreckage of civilization

The stripping of the altars 1 is complete
Holy innocence is a toilet joke
And the literature of millennia
Now serves as cleaning rags for The Machine

An executioner, while waiting for you
Pauses to admire his latest tattoo



1 cf. Eamon Duffy

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