After the knife

Moving of muscle

Death of organ

Death of nerve

Then birth of blood

Then birth of flesh

Your modern entrance

 so sterile

My antiquated pain

 (dragging by the cord into delirium)

Found downstream,

 then

Autumn arrived

 with delay

 harmonious surrender

I prayed

 palms pressed to the rot

 My impure eyes lifted

 to a pure mirror

I was,

I am

A holy rage

You wept in innocence

 haloed