Make sacrifices to me
I am your fetish.
The Bghai tribe of Burma
understood my power;
they offered me fresh blood
so I wouldn’t eat them.

I am the color of lips
consumed by fever
or covered over in wax
instilled with pigment —
crushed female bodies —
kermes or cochineal.

Rubescence of swollen tits
will satisfy me —
the cherub satiated
and then the sandman,
but soon desire awakens
and the jewel beckons.

For forty days and nights
Noah watched me glisten —
the only sun he had
was a bloody dragon.
Obsessively he gaped
as I turned to Allah.

Through bullets of Kashmir
and the cut carbuncle,
I am the wound itself —
Jesus on the rood tree
in cabochon —
the head of the talis man.

About the Work

Richard Marx Weinraub

Related to the Marx Brothers through his mother, Richard Marx Weinraub was born in New York City in 1949; he was a Professor of English at the University of Puerto Rico from 1987 through 2010.  A book of his poetry entitled Wonder Bread Hill was published in 2002 by the University of Puerto Rico Press.  His poetry has appeared in many journals including The Paris Review, Asheville Poetry Review, South Carolina Review, The Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review, Green Mountains Review, North American Review, Measure, The Evansville Review, Slate, and River Styx. A Spanish translation of Wonder Bread Hill was recently published by Terranova Press.  A chapbook of his poetry entitled Heavenly Bodies was published in 2008 by Poets Wear Prada Press, and a poem from it was nominated for a 2009 Pushcart Prize.  In 2012, Poets Wear Prada will publish his full-length book of poetry entitled Lapidary.

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