I hope this is not blasphemy

The Gospel of Flies

Mankind is not the only end.
Your tears, the blood-holes
piercing Your forehead,
were for the communion of flies
which laid their host of eggs
in the folds of Your ducts.

On the third day
You rose
in a scented flurry of wings.

There is a gospel for serpents,
trod on by saints. A text written out
for the nostrils of dogs,
scribbled through indelible Latin
of urine

disclosing the lamb-bones and crumbs
that fell beneath the hem of the table
and the sudden hemstroke
which healed rabies and mange.

Your purpose is to purify,
or at least to reveal,
the glory of God
amidst Your creation.

Open my eyes that I may see
beauty in the black talons
of vultures,
the ivory light of the beetles
that mingle on skulls.

Give me ears to hear
the psalms of the whales,
those hidden crystalline love songs
buried in waves,

passed mouth to mouth,
tongue to baleen
filtered tongue.

Let me know, oh Lord God of Creation,
the Passion for ravens,
Your pity for doves,

Let me feel the flames of Pentecost
You poured out for the remission
of the sins of the lambs
you blessed and ate of
as you are eating my heart.


About Bethany W Pope

Bethany W Pope is an award winning author of the LBA, and a finalist for the Faulkner-Wisdom Awards. Her work was listed for the Cinnamon Press Novel Competition. She received her PhD from Aberystwyth University’s Creative Writing program. Her first poetry collection, A Radiance was published by Cultured Llama Press in June. Her second collection, Persephone in the Underworld has been accepted by Rufus Books and shall be released in 2016. Her work has appeared in: Anon, Art Times, Ampersand, Blue Tattoo, Sentinel Quarterly, The Delinquent, De/Tached (an anthology released by Parthian), The Writer’s Hub, New Welsh Review, Every Day Poems, And Other Poems, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Magma, Words & Music, The Quarterly Conversation, Tears in the Fence, Ink, Sweat and Tears and Planet. Her work is due to appear in the next issues of Poetry Review Salzburg, Acumen, Pacific Poetry , Music& Literature, Anon, and The Screech Owl.

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