THE VEIL CAME DOWN LIKE A FIST Thick cloth hung like a locked door Priest only, once a year, blood on the floor God on that side, you on this Then the Carpenter exhaled and the whole thing split Top to bottom, not your knife Heaven ripped what men kept tight No more curtain, no more line Walk in dirty or don’t waste His time Earthquake laughed, rocks said “enough” Old lambs bleating while the real One bled out You wanted a show? He gave you a tear God did the ripping. You just stand there Top to bottom, not your knife Heaven ripped what men kept tight No more curtain, no more line Walk in dirty or don’t waste His time Harbor-seal honesty: That veil was never pretty. It was a wall with cherubim painted on So you’d remember you don’t belong. He tore it anyway. That’s the joke and the judgment in one swing. Top to bottom. Done. Now stop knocking like a coward and come through the hole He made.

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