the rebirth of a dormant idea

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My concern is ugliness
not the exploration of such for poetic purpose
nor the need for all poetry to be beautiful
but rather the objective of ugliness for its own sake
whether salacious, violent, abusive, degrading to spirit
exploitive, harmful, absolutely non-edifying
and sadly, as a bottom line, evil

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Maundy Thursday

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April 5, 2005:  Maundy Thursday
(February 8, 2009 and before)

 

“This bread I break was once the oat”
was once my Maundy Thursday
was once my body before the break.

 

“The great wonder,” she writes,
“is that the human cells of His flesh and bone
didn’t explode”
and I wondered, that Thursday,
as I observed the clear fluid
trickling down the tubing
into me,
would those inhuman cells explode?
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