after jeremiah by sbs

after jeremiah how still this city sits when snow moves upon her cheek when this city sits still I become that which cannot cry as I sit still in this body which will not move itself to comfort while snow piles upon this head within which there is no longer any beauty for it has gone out to pasture without strength before its pursuer. I remember days of its affliction and all its miseries, its nakedness before me. it came down wonderfully. it had no comforter. the fire in my bones spread a net before it. now it is out in the field feeding on the grass that grows between the gravel while I alone in this bed find no beauty. (lament) o that this head were waters and my eyes a fountain of tears. I inhabit a wilderness and neither man nor beast nor heaven can hear the hardness of this solitude. my mountain wails and weeps. (chorus) how can I leave this snow of lebanon which lies in the rock of the field? how can I plumb the valley of my doubt which comes from the rock of the field? how shall I wash the face of the heron which sits on the rock of the field? the roar of my flesh calls to its own punishment (the customs of my people are strange) (chorus) how can I leave this snow of lebanon which lies in the rock of the field? how can I plumb the valley of my doubt which comes from the rock of the field? how shall I wash the face of the heron which sits on the rock of the field? from "dying by pieces and other rituals" ©bonaventure saptel and buzzard press || after jeremiah || drogo's dream || gestalt 1 || ll twice-bitten || immigrants || || epiphany ||

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