viernes, 19 de marzo de 2010

Absurd Prayer (1961)

I disdain God's suffering.
Men command sufficient pain.
I'll keep to my tomb
though the Messiah come.

Though He summon every corpse
to throng the final Throne,
one heap shall remain
immovable as stone.

The ruins of men and women
resume their hair and skin
and straightway to the altar-steps
in trembling fear they run.

They wallow in His Glory,
they scramble for his Hem.
These bodies rose from Paradise
but they kneel down in Doom.

Hyenas wait beyond the steps
I sight then from his hole.
Their appetites are whetted,
The feed on carrion soul.

(From Leonard Cohen's book The Spice-Box of Earth)