Monday, January 14, 2008

Jonah

I
am
swallowed
up in my faithlessness,
preserved
by God from
fishy stomach acids to
even more stingingly rediscover
my own undead
decayal--
filthier even than any
fly-beckoned
rot.
The stagnance repels me.
Surrounded by black,
startled by
an underneath blackness inside
the inside which I
have kept so unfrighteningly
distracted. Even
my face has now
grown buried and without light:
bearded.
When nothing else is
but a moist and gaping mouth
there is no longer any escaping
one's
selfness--
and the sea is nowhere near so
drowning as the sin which fills
my lungs:
Forgive me, Father. Resurrect me
from my bellied tomb that I may
praise thee longer,
save me that I may God-like
saves
make this drowning baptism.

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