Why, wild Giver,
This loathsome, leaking
Wretched blackness
Threatening to swallow, to swallow swift
All good gain, all light
You say it so softly, so softly
Right into my tingling ear
Wrought red by weeping, by raging
-My love, despair not
Take this wretched, this leaking, this puncturing
This pain
Take it in hands of flesh and hold it.-
I cannot hold it
I scream
It weighs, I bend
Hands slip under my arms
-Hold up your arms, I aid you-
Tight, tense, through pale lips
I CANNOT HOLD IT, TAKE IT AWAY
-Hold, beloved, hold.-
I hold.
Screams.
Arms, every muscle quivering, alive with weight pulling into the ground
His hands under my arms lifting.
-Stronger than the weight
Dear one
We hold, we lift.-
Up it rose, past my swollen face
With salt, salt of tears, all traced
Up and above us
Held.
-We go to offer it, we go to make an offering
This way go the martyrs; they held
Take courage, dear one,
You will not always lift
I myself will lift you up
When arms no longer tremble, when backs threaten not to snap under the weight
This way go the martyrs; they held.
Dear one, hold.-
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