New Psalm 9

The black hands of the Lord
	pressed to the ground
The black ear  
	upon the earth
The black lips
The black belly 
The black body

The Lord
	cov­ered in crows
The Lord
	honey for flies
	a lo­custs’ feast	
The Lord
	a black har­bor
	a tomb opened
	in smoke

can­is­ters of 
bone and 
blood — mu­ni­tions
on the evening news

on the ground
be­hind the cam­eras

The al­mond-palmed hands
still filled with clay 

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