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Psalm 9 (b)
Оглавлениеthe Lord shall endure forever
Could God die?—but there is no subjunctive
for God and death except for Nazareth.
Take that moment, then: Pontius Pilate lives
but all meaning has exhaled its last breath.
Now what? Pretend nothing happens reversing
the disappointment—no resurrection
and no Amazing Grace: sheer mere perversion
of everything worth claiming, perfection
of imperfectability. Now we
climb our minds like cats; we grow long white beards;
we shoulder the writhing wild cross of Why;
we say, To hell with it all, one more beer
for the Empire. What a nightmare, what a danger,
what a goblin gurgling in a manger.