The body was felled,
the tree of life broken at last,
the fruit we tasted his bitter last supper.
as always, redeemed
to this blank desert of horrors
to prove that there was a Promised Land
somewhere. Our forty years has not ended.
so we are pulled in two,
reeled in by the death, the inner evil
just to whet our lips with glorious water
that is blood, from the slain Rock
we drown in his death/we savor his life.