Saying Grace from One Horizon to the Other
Gilbert Allen

Marmalade from the same
jar, smeared 
on the very face of God.

So far, so good.

Not a patient etherized
upon a table, or a wound
that bleeds afresh.

No, let us give thanks

for the Terrible Two, the kid
in His insatiable, sloppy
joy, doing big things
that take your breath
away—one way
or the other.

Dawn, dusk.
Dew, die.

And so shall
His creatures.

Now shut up
and eat.
  

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