About Thais
by Nan Peacocke
Athanael, you seek the wrong Jesus every night.
The conquest you thirst for in the desert – deep
as your arrogance – hot as crossing hell – eludes you.
The god you wouldn’t die for gets you in the end
like the penance you cause her suffer in the sand.
How many times will this audience
witness your failed self-mastery turn warward?
You, loveless man, who enter Jesus’ ground, in the end you kill her.
Have mercy, she’ll arise in better company.
In the end you’re just another stiff.
NP Dec 24 2008
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