thisknockmeansdeath*

this knock means death

I heard it once before

as I was struggling

to remember one

just

one

thing

crying in my fever for

help

help

help

then the door opened

yet no Son

came to whisper

what I had to know

only my sisters

wetted

me with tears

but tears

are

barren symbols

love

is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow love is slow

love

and when she comes

neither speaks nor hears

she only kisses

and revives the dead

perhaps

in vain

because

what is the use

of miracles

underheard-of

since instead of trying to remember the great News

revealed

to me alone by

Death

and

Love

i struggled to forget

them and become

like everybody else?

I longed

to move

as I

never had been

overcome

by mysteries

which

made my

sisters shiver

as they prepared

the supper

for our Friend

he came

and we received

him as the Giver

but did not

asked Him

when our joy

would end

and now

I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the

knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before and now I hear the knock I heard before

and now

and strive

to make

up for

the holy time

but I cannot

remember,

and the door

creaks letting in

my unambiguous crime