But no-one answered (1972)

Three times I knocked…

I was the unforgiving child, cast out into the coldest night.
I was the beggar, lying on calloused belly, just one crystal tear.
I was Jesus bleeding at the sight of nails.
I was Paradise dragging its broken wing.
I was the flowing robes of justice in passing.
I was the Isaac Sacrifice seeking an altar stone
I was withered breasts sucking innocence and ignorance.
I was the Virgin giving birth to Man who beshit himself for being
just a man.
I was Sunlight jiggling in the pockets of Youth.
I was Herbert’s turtle, foaming at the mouth.

Three times I knocked..

I was the gift of recognition from an endless ocean full of faces.
I was Vicissitudes, the eighth deadly sin.
I was the voice of reason falling silently on the land.
I was the truth that is not the only truth
I was the rain inside your glasses.
I was the obstruction from your greatness, I was the pimple
on your ass.
I was freedom quietly leaving by the servant’s entrance.
I was the lead in your heart that almost crushed you.\
I was the deathplug in the cosmic drain.
I was the wildflower you held too tightly.

Three times I knocked…

 Once,

I was the messenger of surrender.

Twice,

I am bored to tears,
What remains after the striptease?

Three times,

I am the Promise:

This year I will not buy Salt from the Merchants of Sodom and Gomorrah.