--Doctrine and Covenants 88
Here is the crux
Here is the crux
of our discourse:
our voice, yes, our voices, yes.
The first to number days—even
the wicked, counting three and nine,
seek “four score and seven”—on
this American continent and abroad.
A broad! The second binds earth’s ever-youthful, fecund
whore, whose mother’s milk of wine bleeds from
scabrous thighs, once-whited arch the sepulcher of men.
We thought, O suppurating one, that you were Woman?
But let the question stand—let later
voices explicate and judge the flesh,
interpellate and seek unrest for those thought lost
to sleep. For now: a silence. Unfold
what words we have left. Unscroll
the images, the faces veiled to us
by space, by time—the swollen, billowed waves
of sound that undulate from lip of shore to break on foreign reefs.
Let’s demonstrate our artifice, dear friends—
then supplicate forgiveness, knowing