Glen Hunting

after Anne Sexton’s “With Mercy for the Greedy”

You are in the art,
in the work,
in the product—
but what if the 
masterful imprints
are masking 
a fallen angel

Forgive us,
Father (or Mother,
or Whomever):
we don’t realise 
what we’re doing, 
or else our resolve 
makes our bread 
that much harder
to swallow.

Talent won’t 
sanctify sorrow if
You won’t appear, 
or at least observe 
from afar—it will 
only make suffering 
less banal with 
pretty displays, like 
funeral wreaths.

It’s been said 
that You are the 
path to follow, 
but how can 
I re-route the 
one-way street
of myself to be
sourced from
You, too?

This is the 
time I should
come to accept 
that a spiritual 
earpiece left
untuned will
sorrow the mouth 
with a serpent’s 
tongue: testing 

the air for my
cue to surrender,
hoping the craft
can counterfeit 
grace while 
walled in a 

Glen Hunting is a writer from Perth, Western Australia (Whadjuk Noongar boodja), now living in Mparntwe (Alice Springs). He won the 2019 Zip Print Short Story Award and the 2022 NT Writers Festival Writing Competition. His poetry has been published in Plumwood Mountain Journal, Meniscus, Burrow, Portside Review, and elsewhere. He works for a service provider on the Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yangkunytjatjara (APY) Lands.



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