o my synagogues
and o my mosques,
torched, and my bridges
split open, rocks
turned down, shaken
in black and unscorched
body parts. o the devils
are wrestling Esau
as close to the mouth.
my holy mount and
my promises (prophecies).
the light should be falling
now.
wrestlers in firelight
always take down
topography
where the sweat from
their contorting bodies
falls.
eternal. there is no satan
alongside the rivers
and the hills I left out
my eyes. and scan the darkness
for a god to put no faith in.
