Thursday, January 15, 2009

sdrawkcaB nruT

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason
to carry death there.
Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just
the sons of Abraham?

O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to
their stiff-limbed sleep
as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet,
children dying there.

I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow
of the patriarch,
asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and
leave our flesh to time?

© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

Jewish Texts ("Turn backwards and you will see him.")

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