For Joby

joby these are evil days
and i fear
that i have said this so many times
that you will not know quite what i mean
when i say
joby these are evil days

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Gospel of Thaddeus

LUPUS-CAIN

From the Gospel of one Thaddeus, called by Goliath as an apostle of Yeshua,
“to the Cretans first, and also to the Parthians.”

As it was written:
Lucifer, slowly-begotten son of the Most High,
born before time, along with the divine Word, his twin.

But who fell from his throne,
dragging down with him a third of all spiritual principles
in a fateful trip to the terrestrial level.

There, they went unto the “daughters of men.”
Indeed, Lucifer went unto Ur-Sarai.
The most comely of all daughters of men.

She lived upon the plain of Zoar.

Ur-Sarai became heavy with child.
But 40 days before the appointed time, the foetus died,
becoming an abortion, a thing abhorrent unto the LORD.

And the people of Zoar cast this abomination outside the city gates,
upon gehenna,
the refuse pile.

Now around this time,
a new race was appointed amongst the sons…

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The Wolf Speaks to the Bloodworm

The Wolf to the Bloodworm: “Is it possible to be in this world and not creep?”

The Bloodworm to the Wolf: “Only if eternal death is truly possible.”

The Wolf to the Bloodworm: “But how do we know whether this is possible or impossible?”

The Bloodworm to the Wolf: “You have said it yourself, and so you are unable to comprehend your beginning and your end.”

This Old Man

Once more, the authors of Lupus-Cain have received an unsolicited contribution from a reader of this blog. One of you, dear readers, has submitted a verse that–though lying beyond the ordinary themes of Lupus-Cain–fittingly captures its spirit. For that we are grateful. Read, then, and be edified.

“This Old Man”

This old man was a drunken buffoon.
And when he would drink, he would croak like a loon.
He drank and he drank, and then he’d caterwaul.
Till the campus constable on this nuisance did call.
Said he: “Professor Swinburne, you’re a goddamn lout.
And the principals of Oxford will soon find it out.”
But this old man was cruel and sly.
He quickly reached down to unbutton his fly.
And said to him, “Sirrah! That’s no way to speak to a don.”
Now come over here, and I’ll show you how to go on.”
But the campus constable was nobody’s fool.
He mayn’t have gone to Eton, but he knew the Golden Rule.
“Do unto others as you’d have them do you.”
So he huffed and he puffed till Swinburne was blew.
And when he finished, he drank up the old man’s jism.
And said: “Finally I affirm the coherence of theism!”

On Political Action & Effectiveness

From time to time, the authors of Lupus-Cain receive unsolicited contributions from readers of this blog. In most cases, these contributions are considered but rejected. In this case, however, a reader has submitted a verse that–while it lies beyond the scope of typical themes of Lupus-Cain–captures its spirit in an unusually fitting manner.

 

        “The O-Boat”
         by a Reader
 
                 I.
Be realistic, be responsible,
I want this nonsense to end!
 
Be serious about politics,
For Obama’s your friend.
   
With a grin on his face,
And a gun in his hand,
 
He’ll keep our cities quiet,
He’ll bring peace to this land.
 
                II.
Oh, he’s back and he’s black,
Are you too blind to see?
 
To the poor and defenseless,
He brings peace and prosperity.
 
Love him and serve him,
Respect him and his sword.
 
Now he’s building us an ark
So get on board!

Bring two of each kind,
As you climb in the O Boat
 
But above all else,
I want you to vote!

A hymn for one such as the Wolf

Who is this one?
The one who looks down
on all that has been made
What shall they call him?
His name is Lupus
one filled with power

He rides upon the storms
He has beds upon twelve thousand hills
He make the agnus to lie down
in his pastures
He hides himself in the cleft
of the agnus
And sweet milk flows
From the mountains he folds
into the palms of his hands

He treads the bottomland
rich and fertile
and sweet wine
flows forth for him

His name is Lupus
His eye flashes
And who can endure it?
Who can know it?

His name is Lupus-Cain
His eye gazes
And no creature can pluck it out
Who can know the ways of Lupus-Cain?

He rides upon the storms
He rides upon the waves
He carries many treasures
in his heart
and in his eye

Yes, he hides himself
in the agnine cleft
And there he steals away

Selah