- Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira
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- Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira
- Dayspring, by Anthony Oliveira
- Dayspring, by Anthony Oliveira
Dayspring by Anthony Oliveira
- Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira
“pile up the holy books like driftwood on the beach swarming with lice and crawl with them dig and bite and try to find something to eat in the ink and hair and you will go hungry
language picked clean to the bone
who could write love when the sediment of history is crushing to powder to new stone
turning marvels and monstrosities to marble
instead let the mountain and the rock hide me
let the water cold and new trickle amid the dust where I finally sleep and let the mulch of me the amber sap extruded into souvenir bottles feel something better
love is what ruins. love is what costs. love is a flaming sword at our backs a garden left to ruin and to wild
gone to seed
but
there is ruth and there is naomi
whose vow they repeat in cheap tinsel
not knowing the women they echo when
they knit themselves to one another:
where you go i will go
and where you stay i will stay
your people will be my people
and your God my God
a kingling unkinged by slingshot sling
and ahead of me on the road: a boy a dog and an angel
i am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine
teeth white as sheep
love is as strong as death
passion fierce as the grave
its flashes are the flashes of fire
love is a raging flame
many waters cannot quench it
neither can all the floods come to drown it
i am lost
but even in the wilderness i would know you”
- Dayspring by Anthony Oliveira
- Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira
Favorite gay disciple?
John the beloved