"There is no sin that does not service our redemption… Praise to our sins that have earned us this."
CLAUDEL
[I. Fire]
Lightning weeps its gold in sharp thunder’s roar!
Over my night usurped by entranced suns.
A cataclysm falls, inflaming the arborescence
Of my body flooded with electrical tapeworms…krew
Scream frantic muses, inspire me
With the flaming cataracts of transcendence!
[II. Canticle]
‘There, pour
Your burning rain of moths
Sowing gemstones of carnage
On the reddened lands bathed in acrid incense.
Deleterious Night, weep
Hot showers of incarnated cinders,
Bloody the ether
With feverish insect swarms!
Deafly, go wither
The tainted chaff, ferment of inanity,
With your elixir, irrigate
The toxic womb of humanity.’
END
Overripe flora of bodies.
Cesspool of putrefying flesh.
Pendulous womb where there sleeps
A swirling sediment of wounds…
One must drown the plague
With the plague, so that an atoning acid
Issuing forth from the heavens infests
Our cities that stand as cuspidors.