Close my eyes from weeping
At this scene. Unclench my hands
Against themselves in fierce and steely,
Vain restraint. He will hold the boy
As purchase for her salty flesh;
Call the boy’s name to whisper
Sultry pleasures in her ear; kiss
The boy’s forehead with knowing
Lips that taste her skin. The saints,
They bow their heads in praise of Providence,
Bless themselves with holy water;
Holy matter, this: child sacrifice
For a greater honor, glory,
And fitting for the God of Abraham,
Whose image and likeness is
Conflicted, double-minded man.


About A. S. Ellis

I am always learning. Always. And that is as it should be.
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1 Response to Binding

  1. Theresa says:

    “Is this how you treat your friends?! It’s no wonder you have so few!”

    -attributed to a saint, speaking to the God of Isaac

    Soren Kierkegaard’s Fear and Trembling walks up Mount Moriah with Abraham.

    It’s a stunning, wild march.

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