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Oct 23, 2009
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Behemoth Leviathan Part 1 (An Homage to Eleazar Ben Kallir)
Woman clothed in the sun
and hair a wilderness
white formed her dark angles
eyes as the black earth
with no relief from the pupil
as pure water the flesh
and water the perimetre
of her body
and dust
the word in the hand
without form her name
like a pool in God's palm...
Man head to toe marked
in the ancient language
of the holy name of God
unutterable by a human palate...
Then at this certain clarion
the angel took the horn of the Lord
the North and South wind awoke
and set upon Behemoth a black shadow
of dust, a fierce hungry breeze
a hum with flies
to tear his soul apart
Head to toe a single wound
limb from limb
until the flesh stripped from the bone
and scattered to the four corners
of the black leafed forrest
Cervix glinting in a ray of blue
water spiralling the cove beneath
Leviathan held him without release
inside her belly and therein the seed grew
talloning away at the inner fabric of her womb
She bled him out of her skin like a poison
screaming her claws through her oil bed
she nearly drowned in her agony
and heavily from the cave of her flesh tore
at the ox-bow lymphous wave
crushing her children underfoot
she licked at the chars hot breathed in his wake
he abandoned the cove and the river
and the ocean with thought never to return
A shrill moan and the East and West wind
knitted and comforted her
drawing craw and plankton-shrimp
as to sustain her she feasted upon the rays
of the glinting sun in its zenith arc
and she knew the surface air
and learnt to find meat there
and craved after the flesh of the water-ox
his blood and generations to spoil upon
and hair a wilderness
white formed her dark angles
eyes as the black earth
with no relief from the pupil
as pure water the flesh
and water the perimetre
of her body
and dust
the word in the hand
without form her name
like a pool in God's palm...
Man head to toe marked
in the ancient language
of the holy name of God
unutterable by a human palate...
Then at this certain clarion
the angel took the horn of the Lord
the North and South wind awoke
and set upon Behemoth a black shadow
of dust, a fierce hungry breeze
a hum with flies
to tear his soul apart
Head to toe a single wound
limb from limb
until the flesh stripped from the bone
and scattered to the four corners
of the black leafed forrest
Cervix glinting in a ray of blue
water spiralling the cove beneath
Leviathan held him without release
inside her belly and therein the seed grew
talloning away at the inner fabric of her womb
She bled him out of her skin like a poison
screaming her claws through her oil bed
she nearly drowned in her agony
and heavily from the cave of her flesh tore
at the ox-bow lymphous wave
crushing her children underfoot
she licked at the chars hot breathed in his wake
he abandoned the cove and the river
and the ocean with thought never to return
A shrill moan and the East and West wind
knitted and comforted her
drawing craw and plankton-shrimp
as to sustain her she feasted upon the rays
of the glinting sun in its zenith arc
and she knew the surface air
and learnt to find meat there
and craved after the flesh of the water-ox
his blood and generations to spoil upon
— Dalton, Oct 23, 2009
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lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Dalton
Diatom Shells
16 years 7 months ago
well, well
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
I do so love your words
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Dalton
Dalton
15 years 12 months ago
Behemoth - Biblical name of
Cloudthings
15 years 11 months ago
Bravo Dalton, this was amazing, I would like to read it a number
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
thankyou Cloudthings, it has
Cloudthings
15 years 11 months ago
Oh John, not at all, nothing
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
That's why its an homage