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No God but the Gold Forged in the Furnace of Flesh
No God but the Gold Forged in the Furnace of Flesh    Jakub Lejbowicz slithered east  Beneath a heretic’s curse.  A worm of rot, crowned in Ottoman dust,  He wore another man’s face —  Berukhiah reborn  Jacob Frank, Westerner of Podolia,  Messianic pretender.   In Salonica, blasphemy transmuted:  Sin kissed the breasts  Of someone else’s wife.  Torah pressed into palpable skin,  White fire turned utterly black.  Apostates writhed.  A thousand hearts ruptured,

Richard Mather
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