There are words
We use for eyes, and to use them
Is to believe them.
Spectacle: a word
In the supernatural sense, the Holy
Nomenclature.
Of this was redeemed
A modern purpose
For meaning. It was not our meaning.
You still evade
What cannot be experienced
From your own experience:
A village, a story
Sung by poets
In the village square,
A hundred holy days
And squalid feasting,
Hours that never knew
A wage or time without
A sunset. You evade
Only what is now forgotten:
The violent waste
Of a thousand tongues
Torn from separate Godheads,
And a thousand altars
On the daily
Pantheon of living, speaking
Blood-filled words
Like a thousand arms for working,
Feet for walking
Through the dirt
Of untamed sense
And reprobation -
Anathema: word without profit.