The Penitent
Posted: 17 Aug 2018, 00:24
Each man cried in his own tongue
to his own God for the winds to still.
They worked the instruments
of their salvation; fingering small clay statuary, rattling bone dice,
the letting of blood.
Water from the blow hole
fell on me like a tepid rain,
The great unblinking eye,
the lateral roll,
scissoring of its jaw.
I counted its vertabrae
like a giant abacus.
The thunder of the massive
heart was like the hammer of God.
I could hear blood rushing in its veins.
When it surfaced, I climbed the barnacled tongue to pick krill from
its teeth the birds missed.
Three days in the bowels of Sheol and I am disgorged.
And for what? These
unwashed heathen bastards
of Nineveh who make
their children pass through fire?
Original
In the third day of the new moon,I took what
silver I had, booked passage to Joppa to flee Him; but still, the Voice.
Four days at sea, a gale from the east took hold of us.
It snapped the main mast, peeled shiplap from the bow.
Each man cried out to his own god in his own tongue, manipulated the implements of his salvation; bone dice, clay statuary, and the letting of blood.
"Let us inquire of the LORD," they said, "To see who has wrought this evil upon us."
They threw me over board with all my belongings and immediately the sun shone and the water became like glass.
Spray from the blow hole fell on me like a tepid rain. The great unblinking eye, the lateral roll, the scissored jaw,
I slid down its throat.
I am mired in the bowels of Sheol. I counted its vertabra like a huge abacus. The thunder of the massive heart like a hammer in my chest.
When it surfaced I made my way up the barnacled tongue to eat krill the birds left in its teeth.
After three days, I, the retching pentinent, am vomited on dry land.
Nineveh,the seat of rebellion where Nimrod built Babel to ascend the Heavens and take the Almighty by the scruff.
Nineveh with its altar to Ishtar, they
make children pass through the fire.
Nineveh a habitation of demons,
the Mother of Lies.
I stand before them like a mouse before lions. When the words come,it is as if someone else is using my voice.
"Yet forty days and Nineveh will be overthrown."
They fell like dead men,
threw dust into the air.
There was weeping and gnashing of teeth, sack cloth and ashes they
gashed themselves, shaved their
beards and heads,and the LORD
repented of His wrath.
Ten thousand men like cattle
who do not know their left hand from
the right, and I, Jonah,
would rather have died
than to see it
to his own God for the winds to still.
They worked the instruments
of their salvation; fingering small clay statuary, rattling bone dice,
the letting of blood.
Water from the blow hole
fell on me like a tepid rain,
The great unblinking eye,
the lateral roll,
scissoring of its jaw.
I counted its vertabrae
like a giant abacus.
The thunder of the massive
heart was like the hammer of God.
I could hear blood rushing in its veins.
When it surfaced, I climbed the barnacled tongue to pick krill from
its teeth the birds missed.
Three days in the bowels of Sheol and I am disgorged.
And for what? These
unwashed heathen bastards
of Nineveh who make
their children pass through fire?
Original
In the third day of the new moon,I took what
silver I had, booked passage to Joppa to flee Him; but still, the Voice.
Four days at sea, a gale from the east took hold of us.
It snapped the main mast, peeled shiplap from the bow.
Each man cried out to his own god in his own tongue, manipulated the implements of his salvation; bone dice, clay statuary, and the letting of blood.
"Let us inquire of the LORD," they said, "To see who has wrought this evil upon us."
They threw me over board with all my belongings and immediately the sun shone and the water became like glass.
Spray from the blow hole fell on me like a tepid rain. The great unblinking eye, the lateral roll, the scissored jaw,
I slid down its throat.
I am mired in the bowels of Sheol. I counted its vertabra like a huge abacus. The thunder of the massive heart like a hammer in my chest.
When it surfaced I made my way up the barnacled tongue to eat krill the birds left in its teeth.
After three days, I, the retching pentinent, am vomited on dry land.
Nineveh,the seat of rebellion where Nimrod built Babel to ascend the Heavens and take the Almighty by the scruff.
Nineveh with its altar to Ishtar, they
make children pass through the fire.
Nineveh a habitation of demons,
the Mother of Lies.
I stand before them like a mouse before lions. When the words come,it is as if someone else is using my voice.
"Yet forty days and Nineveh will be overthrown."
They fell like dead men,
threw dust into the air.
There was weeping and gnashing of teeth, sack cloth and ashes they
gashed themselves, shaved their
beards and heads,and the LORD
repented of His wrath.
Ten thousand men like cattle
who do not know their left hand from
the right, and I, Jonah,
would rather have died
than to see it