Answer to Brother Rabbit’s Covert Question

Who are you who question me by night?—

as if the half-knowledge of day

confessed its partial hold.

And if my bones grow cold

for love, could your need gainsay

your lie, knowable only in light?

Yes, I hear, past the paradox

of lidded eyes and lying tongue,

hearing which hope made Judas sell

all love, wishing Him well.

You too have the angels sung,

twisting the key in Eden’s locks.