. . . now break those hand bones, break those wing bones, break those arm bones, ribs, the tiny ear bones, the giant leg bones . . . you shall fly no more, my angel, I have cut your hamstrings, I have broken your wings . . . you are my sweet little living thing, my sweet little suffering thing, my suffering god, my sacrifice, my offering . . . I have broken your wing bones and singed your feathers with fire, I have gutted you and baked your meat, I have cut off your head, sweet angel, I have cut off your expansive head, and your eyes still see, your ears still hear, you are made of suffering cooked flesh, you are made of spilled blood and broken body, my suffering angel, I shall eat you and become one with you, my suffering god, I shall drink your blood and the power of your blood shall enter me, I shall eat your flesh and the power of your flesh shall enter me, you are one with me, I am one with you, I am angel flesh, I am angel wing and bone and feather and gut and meat, I am angel eye, seeing all, I am angel voice, speaking aloud with a sonorous sound, I am angel thunder and angel power, you have entered me, my suffering angel and suffering god, we are one, I have broken you, you live on in my flesh, my flesh is my soul, the world is my soul,