Excarnation's Incantation

Excarnation’s Incantation

Peter Elliott

The Devil weaves a magic web
Within their gnostic minds
And dances on its silver threads
Unto this caustic rhyme:

“All that you need do, my pretties,
Is to sit and think some thoughts,
Or sing sentimental ditties,
Of the Thief upon His cross.
Keep your feet from ever running
To bring good news to the poor,
Keep your hands from ever lifting
Downtrod outcasts from the floor.
Keep your lips and teeth and tongue free
From the Supper of the Lord,
Keep your ears from truly list’ning
To the duties of His Word.

Let neither knees kneel,
Nor fingers heal.
Let each heart ‘just feel’
That its blood might congeal.”

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Peter Elliott
Poet & Musician

Peter is a Research Associate in Christian Humanities at the Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi Christian University and a PhD Candidate in Music at the University of Cambridge.

Photography by Jonathan Marchal