ADAM KADMON

February 15, 2007 at 2:45pm (Poetry)

 

See, but see not;

 

hear, but hear not.

 

Gone, that which was there to be seen;

 

gone, that which was there to be heard.

Gone, gone, gone;                           

                            gone to the other side

 

to wed the bride,

 

                              the groom has gone;

 

to stitch his side,

 

                              the groom has gone;

 

to steal the bride,

 

                              the groom has gone

 

to the other side.

                            

The night before, and with his hand,

 

                                                        (the left one, I believe)

 

he pulled her from that shore to this to cleave,

 

and verily, verily I say to you,

 

he did that thing such bridegrooms do:

 

he ate her flesh and drank her blood

 

and wallowed in the slummery mud

 

and squealed and grunted like a pig

 

and gorged on garbage in the sty

 

          (beware her teeth; beware her eye)

 

and ate her flesh and drank her blood

 

          (verily, verily Mistress Merrily)

 

’till clock struck one and down they come,

 

and all was gone, both he and she,

 

and all was gone that there could be;

 

and all was one.

 

                             Come see.

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