Das Leiden

The bodies smeared with ashes to Come before Teitan And manifest the working laid Out in the very blood of ours Carriers of seed, dogs of typhôn, So saturnine and bleak A thousand curses were sent forth To violently dissolve All stagnant forms Devoid of meaning For is There Not A most Profound Joy In the knowledge of dissolution? Like some imperial birds of prey We circle towards the vast Infinity of space Upon us a wound heavier Than all those Of their ragged Christ As it is self-inflected