The Scent of God

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The Scent of God

A poem by Adrian Patenaude

 

The scent of God is forgotten,
like the aroma of wine
supplanted by grape juice,
impotent in plastic thimbles.

The visceral God is forgotten,
replaced by softly lit portraits
of the ethereal Christ,
the innocuous Lamb.

The swift knife is forgotten,
slashing the sacrifice,
throat draining red, warmth
caught in rounded cup

and dashed on the altar.
The limp body raised
on sticks for skinning,
entrails salted and burned.

The fiery spit is forgotten,
flawless lamb roasted,
fragrant flesh torn
by hungry mouths.