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The Daughter of Man by Jesse Glass -- Genesis 6:2. The mask of lead floated before her sight; the heavy phallus slid from its nickel sheath & lifted her toward the sky where the sexless divisions of the Elohim fumed & thundered in a pillar of fire. What knowledge did the Daughter of Man hold like a stake in her flesh while she unfurled the world�s governments from her fingertips, & tried in vain to decipher the glitter of those eyes trapped behind their shield? Did she feel the blueprint of the ages fuse with her secret egg, hear the hoarse whisper of a lascivious Angel when the egg split like an atom? And when the pink tube fanned forth like a wrist in her womb did she stand alone in the grove feeling the nodules grow into dangerous fingers? Giants fell from her in time. Their opposable thumbs split rocks into menhirs; pinched eyes into sightless clay. They cut their magical countersigns in stone; shot arrows through the clouds & watched them fall, blood-tipped, back to earth. They licked the glitter & roared success while their bestial mother squatted in darkness, the refulgent armies passing through her onto the plains. The wilderness held the impress of their movements like a clouded mirror turned to a sky where no fleshy ghosts now rode the golden disc of the sun or the silver disc of the moon, & the giants stood in rain inventing despair for every living thing wrapped in a loop of wire hooked to two secret poles; one number glinting above its head, another chiseled darkly beneath its feet. Today a new Pillar of Fire leads us into a wilderness of cement polygons, where we stand watching the curious lights wobble before they fade, and we recall the whispered promises among the midden heaps where oddly familiar strangers leave us kneeling sobbing, pointing toward heaven. . Copyright - Jesse Glass. All rights reserved. About Jesse Glass. How to order his books. http://www.letterwriter.net/html/jesse-glass.html Contribute Artwork to the Paranormal Bohemian |