We've updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.


from Shibboleth by Ophiuchi



a guest
a host of means
for lotus tar
and ovine cures
unwashed, vulgar hues
and silvered words
found on the cheap in
distended filth and the
name of names among
dogs that copulate

i took you in
clothed your words
in ears of grain
and spiral arms.

Noble rot will fill your cup
from the branches on a vine
but the wicker with the bread
sent the sun to stain your bones.
knives and receptacles
will weigh your heart.

i washed your feet
wrapped your skin
the vessels throbbed
and ebbed within.
of the fish of the deep
we took communion with
the morse of a blink
congregations sang
the hymns of the new
translations glowed
receptors replete.

Out of the sightless
antennae that see
out of the sinews
something to grasp
out of the carcass
something that’s sweet


i’m still made of lead
my weight is obsolete
I can feel the primal warmth
I can hear the primal hum


from Shibboleth, released April 30, 2021


all rights reserved



Ophiuchi Utrecht, Netherlands


contact / help

Contact Ophiuchi

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Ophiuchi, you may also like: