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

Avert your eyes

Make way, make way
Believe the cry of youth
Palm leaves thrown down
Portray destruction;
Riots in a holy town
Yet magnified to signify
They saw and knew the light

Make way, make way
Heaven shines dark from earth
Dark eyes of man
Forge dark of light,
Stared long, and blinded sight
Turned, not to see
A broken Icarus’ plight

Make way, make way
I Am he that decides
Should fruit divine
Be taken, given
We spiral, drawn on mortal wings
To steal the cloths of Heaven