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God is angry with the wicked every day.

The wrath of blood. Expose it to the air,

and blood wants blood—like water wants the sea,

like fire wants dry company:

everything compensates the nothing that things were.

It must be seen to be appreciated,

the wrath of God. Expose it to the air

and we inhale the icy glass of terror,

reasonably. Lenience is over-rated

in matters of moral accuracy.

No sin goes to waste. We shovel our own

bladders and livers onto our own plates

and knock up hot mock-ups of our own facts.

Dust to dust, seed to seed—it all returns

under the sun and at full speed, daily:

glaciers steaming, bleeding into the sea.