Very soon now the light shall die.

The Great World will be rent—

ashes, sobbing seraphim, calves

born with crabbed feet. Rain

then the absence of rain.

Wild thunder pounds in my head.

And where is the betrayer tonight?

Drunk and puking.

Sprawled across the cold stones

in some rich man’s courtyard.

Even Simon Peter has fled, while we

who have held the hands of lepers,

the women no one dares call disciples, remain

to watch midnight eat up the earth.


DALE M. KUSHNER’s collection of poems, Another Kingdom, was published in the former Yugoslavia where she was a visiting writer.

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