his progeny, a slab of meat, awoke on the table
muscle convulsing, disjointed tendons twisting beneath the skin
its eye opened, blinking in the candlelight
on the ninth day, god shielded his face in disgust
as the man, confused and alone, stumbled to the forest
the man looked at the moon and saw himself,
distant, sweet, and strange
on the tenth day, god fell asleep
and the man drank in moonlight through the gaps in his flesh
on the eleventh day, when the man will inevitably burn on the operating table of ice,
his skin flaking and bones sinking to the ocean floor,
god will sink with him
divine meeting apostate far beneath heaven’s gate of thick sheet-ice
written in the winter of 2024
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