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to sensibility
A dim inheritor
of this undeniable flesh
The destinies
Genii
of traditional
Israel and of Albion
push on its ominous pillow
its racial birth-rights
(‘Curses for baby
from its godmothers)
Till the least godmother
pipes - - - in her fairy way
“Perhaps you know my name
- - Survival?
Curse till the cows come home
Behold my gift
The Jewish brain!”
So is the mystic absolute
the rose
that grows
from the red flowing
from the flank of Christ
thorned with the computations
of the old
Jehovah’s gender
Where Jesus of Nazareth
becomes one-piece
with Judas Iscariot
in this composite
Anglo-Israelite
Out of a fatted frown
this spirit pokes its eyes