The Turning

God is dead. We have milled Him

into flour. The bread

broke the Lord, as Celan

prophesied. We scavenged what

remained of His remains and scare-

crows sang throughout

the scopeless golden field.

Angels poured scalding

water down heaven’s

million rusted pipes, it rained

earl grey. We soaked

His body, broke the holy com-

             miseration down to laughter.

Companions: we broke the bread, we

became the Lord.

Inkyoo Lee is a Korean poet and an MFA candidate at New York University, where he is Assistant Translations Editor for Washington Square Review. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Volume Poetry, Wildness, Rejected Lit, Ghost City Review, and others. He has been supported by the Kenyon Review Writers Workshop. Find out more at https://inkyoolee.com/