O: The Magnificat Antiphons, part VI
6. O Rex Gentium
O King of the nations, and their desire,
the cornerstone making both one:
Come and save the human race,
which you fashioned from clay.
The angels of the nations are tired.
They yearn for rest. They don’t want
to fight one another. They want
to make love. While they would
settle for rest, for quiet,
for occasional rapture—
it’s been so long—what they desire
most is oblivion, the joy
of dissolution. Come, Desire.
Come Cornerstone. Scatter them
into the unimaginable energies
they were before the nations
molded them into shapes of clay
and iron and bronze and gold.