And ye shall take a bunch of hyssop, and dip it in the blood that is in the basin, and strike the lintel and the two side posts with the blood that is in the basin; and none of you shall go out at the door of his house until the morning. Exodus xii.22 (KJV)
Seize me
In soft claws
Of hyssop.
Time bleeds to quench my thirst,
Parting seas into storms and sighs.
Her eyelids swathe me in waadi’s dust.
Her pain is blood;
Pure and raven, Yahweh’s flood.
The twilight was coast
And sank in moments frail,
Sudden in the ominous sun.
While on crags lonesome gazing stars,
An urge to be jettisoned Ur.
The poison seeped slowly at night,
Slowly the distance
Were heart and mind.
As if in incest.
