I pray that you exist to hear
The bile which if you live is yours
By right to drink, unfeeling seer,
And choke - if inexistence can.
Unblinking eye but seeing not
My pain by meagre light withstood,
And by this wretched faith besot,
Unthing, I curse what you have wrought.
My sun you forged and set in place
With other bodies interposed,
And creeping black across her face,
Eloi lama sabachthani.
I pray from wavering faith be freed
To mourn, forget and love again,
And blissful, godless joy achieve:
To sleep without a hope to wake.