Do you not know?

Blood of my blood
Son of my breast
Lamp of my lofted light
Diligent you worked

Flayed given flesh
Laid bare immortal ribs
Gouged offered blood
To wine-red Rivulets

Crimson stained wood
Carmine painted dust
Israel’s baying mouths
Lapped my clotting blood

Cloying flavour masking
Rough unleavened bread
Simple rustic wine or
Crowing on the dawn