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.