And Smoothed, the Cicatrix

Now God has stripped His cutting garden bare
to color tables for His wedding day.
His bachelor and somber rooms now flare
with you, my dear, now strong and gay.

And what it cost to say
The seep of blood is dried,
The retina, aroused by light
And smoothed, the cicatrix.

It’s good that you have gone away.

Alle, alle, Alleluia.

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