20. Janvāris 2005

• 20.1.05 13:05
• Psalm 81 *
  
  All all come before you
  Big wigs and small
  The down and out
  The up and coming
  The boisterous the preposterous
  Left fielders right wingers
  The motley the mortified
  Flag wavers free loaders
  What a procession!
  
  Every one cut down
  The scythe ranging wide and far (those bony implacable arms
  Those harvester's hands!)
  
  Like the newborn fawn's
  Legs sheared off in the long grass
  
  Bundled in
  Guts and spring wheat
  Eyes
  Half opened in birth
  Half closed
  In death
  
  Harvest and planting
  The hunter
  Stuffs his sack and strides on
  
  Have mercy on us
  Have mercy
  
  DANIEL BERRIGAN, translator
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