Washington, 6/1/20

What numbness will I be
when angry swelling subsides?
I cannot grieve for the sting;
I cannot raise my tongue in hopeful song—

My sweat is a parted sea parody:
Moses crossing, unpursued
in great self-symbolism.

Such is the sorrow of nature, beaten out;
a god-hand, lobbed to break the pooling instinct—
leaving us with little left to call ourselves.

We watch him bear the bible
like a cross along the path—
as if to pave chaos
and usher freedom to slaves.

Arriving alone at derelict sanctuary
Looking back, pleased, upon his works.
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Special thanks to Ahavati...
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