Dec 1, 2009

The Son of Man

Written by Sarah Kathryn Moore

Read by Katie Nichol

Everything we see hides another thing; we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
— RenĂ© Magritte

Five o’clock in the listening room,
autumn. Apples, ripe as poppies,
are dropping from the sky. Outside

beside the balustrade the Son of Man
is not hiding. He is not balding. Hello.
We dance to Philip Glass. (People

think when Jesus said “The Son
of Man” he meant himself. But
we know they’re wrong.) And how

the blind god lies, saying, Ceci
n’est pas une pomme
, saying,
Pleasure is here. Take it.

That’s where the blind god’s
got it wrong. That’s where
the Son of Man takes off his mask—

it is not the apple of lust or
temptation. It is just an apple:
core and seed and flesh.

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