Orphia’s Liar

(inspired by a recent theatre performance)

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He hangs upon the frame of wood

With leather bonds at back and thighs

While she below who kneels and smiles

Need only upward pout her sighs

To see the flame behind the need

And thus give wings to Orphia’s skies

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Enmeshed in nature’s plot he aches

And dreams of blood which deeper flows

While past the screen of time she plucks

And through the strings of upturned mind bestows

A deadly trail for he whose flesh is fire

Now caught between the lyre and what it knows

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You dare to scourge the Christ? he says

I dare to scourge all Christs! she laughs

I am the wood from which you hang

I am the thorned flax which flies

Towards your skin which holds within

The breath from bonded lips where truth resides

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Too slow! she laughs, as…