What is that man
doing, among the
somber, swinging cranes
The ones arranging
the rough yellow blocks
all over Jerusalem;
Clay pots and fires
tumble from his
mouth, words the Lord had
Put there, clattering
and burning in the
dark spaces between buildings—
Words are His tools,
the bird and its flight
mizze helu, maleke
1 comment:
I really like this. So evocative.
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