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Poem: “Canticle”

Canticle

By Patrick T. Reardon

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Water-splashed forehead.

Product of times. 

Cheek slapped, new name, chrism.

Child of century.

Sign of.

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Communion of saints.

Myrrh burial.

Finger ringed.

Deathly afraid.

Rolling frenzy.

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     Praying the uncertainties.

     Intoning the mysteries.

     Chanting the doubts.

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Frankincense body.

All the days of my life.

Lips oiled.

Reliquary of gold.

Field lily.

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Soil son. Sky daughter.

With you always.

Fodder.

Tonsure.

Kill the fatted.

Defend, do justice, deliver.

Derangement.

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     Empty of urge for logic.

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Wafer tongue. 

Sin into words. 

Breath into words.

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Immutable trumpet whisper.

Wood sags like child resigned.

Great Wall.  Great Amen.

Table of sinners.

Lift up your hearts. 

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Breathing.

Be.

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Patrick T. Reardon

12.20.22

This poem was originally published by Amethyst Review on 12.4.22.

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