Covet

Lindisfarne loved its one God
of curses [with a golden lust]
as it inked a curled scripture –

We roamed under moonlight
across a sucking marshland –
dried salt cracked our lips – &

we busted their singing place
under a screamed fish prayer
of seagulls – a kissed crucifix –

a goblet – blind candlesticks –
gospels [written out by hand]
then torn from copied words

& piled with sliced bodies by a
man who knew only knots & a
sword’s ability – & we fed on it

to fill our taught guts – a crack
on a barrel to unleash ale – put
swelling bread inside to fatten

yourself after weeks without a
meal – see we were so hungry –
we never knew of miracle fish