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Begin, Again, Finally
Begin, Again, Finally Begin Organic bodies. Competitively divergent, Striving to maintain Separation. First creature, Rat. Disgusted, self-hating, heart-horrored. Ties a string-taut wire around his skinny neck And kicks the stool. Begin again Second, Vulture. Stupidly well-fed on pride, Invests heavy in guns, Gas, nightsticks and, supercritically, All the plutonium he can lay his talons on, Ending in his own atomization: The birth of stars. And again Sna

Richard Mather


Father O'Sinner
Father O'Sinner Father O’Sinner is not his name (not quite), Though it should be and not O’Connor, Which was the name bestowed by his stepdad, Who drank and killed himself aged forty. Here he lies this foggy midnight on the cradle Of his drears and prayers. Faith does not Fructify; it is dirty. On a mattress Hard his rump Swells, bruises His core parts, the body revolts Amidst all this blasting and mildew. Life gone old and fat around the waist.

Richard Mather


Adam the Devil Becomes
Expecting nothing but laughter and applause,
Adam hears on all sides sounds of derision,
Harshly sibilant.
All were transformed to serpents

Richard Mather


The Original Sin
Original Sin: Our DNA a polymer implant from our worldly creator, Blake’s Urizen. Backbone sidechain nitrogen phosphate And a plastic...

Richard Mather


Sin's Body
There is in me a Body of Sin: Sin its own heart and lungs, brain-blood-bones- teeth-tongue; a crown of vice adorns the head; channels and...

Richard Mather


A Twisted Tree
A twisted tree from sapling green to creek-brown god, nature's will has bent its back, perversed its proper shape: Roots that will not hold, leaves that cannot bud, encircled by the serpent snake -- a canker in the lifemilk's sap, and in the viper's blood.

Richard Mather


The Family Way
Eve lay down and trembled. Her belly grew fat like the moon. Her womb conspired murder. Cain was gloomy at heart. Abel and his animals inflamed passions on all sides. Cain looked up and the sky shivered grey. Sin flew out the door of heaven. It stuck in Cain’s gullet like Aaron’s rod. Cain slaughtered his brother like a goat. He trembled as wiped the gore on his father’s coat of skin, which still carried the aroma of grandfather God.

Richard Mather
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