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Behemoth Leviathan


Woman clothed in the sun

And hair a wilderness

White formed her dark angles

Eyes as the black earth

With no relief from the pupil

As pure water the flesh

And water the perimeter

Of her body

And dust the word

In the hand

Without form

Her name

Like a bend in the river

 

Man head to toe marked

In the ancient language

Of the holy name of God

Unutterable by a human palate

 

Then at this certain clarion

The North and South wind awoke

And tore Behemoth apart

Head to toe a single wound

Limb from limb

Until the flesh stripped from the bone

And scattered to the four corners

Of the black leafed forest

 

Cervix glinting caught in a ray of blue

Water spiralling the cove beneath

Leviathan held him without release

Inside her belly and therein the seed grew

Tearing away at the inner fabric of her womb

 

She bled him out of her skin like a poison

Screaming her claws through her oil bed

She nearly drowned in her agony

And heavily from the cave of her flesh tore

At the ox-bow lymphous wave

Crushing her children underfoot

She licked at the chars hot breathed in his wake

He abandoned the cove

And the ocean with thought never to return

 

A shrill moan and the East and West wind

Knitted and comforted her

Drawing craw and plankton-shrimp

As to sustain her she feasted upon hte rays

Of the glinting sun in it's zenith arc

And she knew the surface air

And learnt to find meat there

And craved after the flesh of the water-ox

His blood and generations to spoil upon

 

She traced his markings in the earth

Felt for the touch of his scent upon the air

And he led her back to the sea scented spice breeze

In the valley below Eden

Wherein she might make her poison

 

With song she lured him to her

Beneath the wave she found fresh water

She wove to make him wild

She buried herself in the low bed

And her song shivered through

The rocks on land and on sea

And he was drawn to her

 

He ate of the fruits poisoned by her breast

And lapped at the mouth of her lake

And he found no solace

Bewildered he feasted upon the dark earth

Until famished for meat

And he feasted on

Until she feared he might die

 

From behind she approached

And sank her teeth deep

Into the meat of his neck

And she drank him into herself

And she tore from his soul

A cry on fire

That stirred the North and South winds

And again they tore him asunder

Uncapping the bone from its socket

To alter his shape and painfully

Her nipple entered his mouth

To hold the life inside of him

 

The screaming serpent

Prepared to snake and wind

Yet reared for battle

The mighty bull moved at her

Her arse splayed to the wind

Back tensed arched anticipating death

 

Behemoth, the concealed one

Threaded his scent through the trees

Maddening her and maddening

At the intimacy of her body's nearness

Now invisible that she divine to raze

All Eden down if she cannot have him

 

Transformed by the East and West winds

Rising from above and below

Into the man and woman

After a sacred rite in battle

They melt a moment in one

Leviathan impaled Behemoth's

Blood daubed spear upon

Then they were separated

He to the east hills

And she to the western shores



Posted 19/08/12 (23:21)
     
COMMENTS (7)
To me its just about two battling prehistoric creatures the Leviathan a snakelike seacreature and Behemoth the water-ox. Mythologically I place them before the creation of man. Its from the remains of the two creatures dead from the effects of the battle some spirit forges a manlike creature and a womanlike creature. It has nothing to do with Adam and Eve. Its total fantasy really and has nothing to do with any biblical account or anything laid down in myth. Except that they come from Jewish myth and figure in the Bible. Hope this helps a little.
by Dalton
20/08/12 (21:07) (report this comment)
I go with Pelequin on this, but if its as poetster says I ought to know a lot about it!! lol
by mike green
20/08/12 (9:59) (report this comment)
Very interesting poem to read. I like the style and you have let the words just flow. :)
by dearestdaffodil
20/08/12 (9:47) (report this comment)
Is it about creation, and mans fall from grace into sin?
by poetester
20/08/12 (5:19) (report this comment)
I've never read such a long poem before,but it held my interest all the way through,even though I cant claim I understood it all.But I still like it, if that makes any sense.
by poetester
20/08/12 (5:05) (report this comment)
I think its maybe a bit weak in parts. I plan to continue to work on it. Wow you read it quickly I just posted it. Thanx for bothering. John
by Dalton
19/08/12 (23:25) (report this comment)
i like it but i do like religious poems :)
by Pelequin
19/08/12 (23:23) (report this comment)

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