One of the reasons I so love my job,
Fisherman, said fish, is the ironies.
First you catch me, and now I you.
You put up, Jonah, a hell of a fight
But at last you come to the end of your line.
My tonnage now has reached the promised sum,
And the hour approaches, indeed now is,
For discharge of debt, public and private.
The commandment and enactment, what connects?
The Lord is both outward and inward,
His signs nourish like fruit, intoxicate,
They deflect the flight home from tree to hive,
Home from Troy to the old, faithful hound.
Lie down in this meadow, sleep awhile,
Here where God's signs are clustered and ripe.
From the belly of the bee, from her underside,
Drips fluid, the many-hued elixir.
Is this a sign of God? Time for a lube?
Did you read the sign that says no exit?
To answer sphinx you must become answer.
Success brings regret, failure brings death.
And only one posture will pin the beast,
Only one hold will constrain the wrestler,
But to assume that contorted position
Invites attack from low-circling angels.
Fell one or more with your crossbow bolts,
You only postpone the descent for awhile,
They will twist overhead, undiminished.
And pose if you will as other than you are,
Your scent is unmistakable to the hound.
And flee to where you choose, he waits there.
Wherever you choose is where he will wait,
The faithful hound, inward and outward,
The self-created turned inside out.
And then the fish in one emphatic move
Rose up, struck, and swallowed whole its prey.
At last! said Marguerite. Dinnertime!
End of Caput 9
End of LIBER JONAE
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