Scudded skies, wheeled waters,
breamed fish and flouted sighs

He asked ,she gave,
but for naught?
Nay , often those who
wait take More than
they wished

patient fishers, trawlling
no, trolling the seas.
Give back more to that
morass and skein of minds

Bending grasses, stiffened withered
signposts in
the lake of roiling

the brush underfoot crunched,
whose pad step was that?
a weasel, a hyena,
Carrion -eaters all
but so was He
revelled being One.

Takes what they want
offers it up
in a chalice of her hands
bearing that pumping heart
Dripped down, spattered drops

And He took
            Drank and made His

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