Anger of Ungit

~a Lenten poem~

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NOTES

*During Lent this year, I’m sharing some older poetry of mine here in my newsletter. Last week, I shared The Feed, a poem I wrote back in 2020 (but has had a lot of iterations along the way). Only days before sharing it with you all did I decide to add that final line from the Ash Wednesday liturgy, you are dust and to dust you shall return.

*This week’s is an ekphrastic poem, also first drafted in 2020—written after spending considerable time with these two enormous steel sculptures (pictured above) that were erected on a public path near my old house. As Substack doesn’t have many formatting options, a screenshot gives the better sense of how it was meant to appear on the page. I haven’t edited this poem at all from its original version.

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“If this grudging is the sin for which the gods hate me, it is one I have committed.” ~ Orual, in Till We Have Faces