Academic journal article The Journal of Psychohistory

Redemption from the Earth

Academic journal article The Journal of Psychohistory

Redemption from the Earth

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HF Stein

I have tasted

contempt for the earth.

It is bitter-better to wager

on incorporeal afterlife

after we have wasted our home.

The body we inhabit

already decomposes;

our open sores reek

of our self-inflicted wounds.

Nowhere to hideno

Rome, no Jerusalem,

no Mecca, no petroglyphs,

no holy places will be left.

Wastewater oceans,

putrified skies.

We have taken our poison

and await its effects.

No one will be left

to mourn us

and the pearl that gave us life.

We don't need G-d

to send us plagues.

We are the Angel of Death

we have sent to dwell among us

and bring us to ruin.

No blood on the doorpost

will save us now.

This poem has been reprinted by permission from Miller's Pond Poetry Magazine

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Howard F. …

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