Avowed - They Do
Standing now side by
side
in this new way -she with head
still stubbly
shorn -an infant owl
blinking - he with
skin hanging from
his hulking frame - their skeletal fingers inter-
twined – no marriage this
would have been before -
but before was buried under boots – burned in
acrid
ash rising repeatedly –again, again, again,
surreally
insanely - still –until the gates opened and they tumbled
out – here to clean water – a wash – a meal - to this street
insanely - still –until the gates opened and they tumbled
out – here to clean water – a wash – a meal - to this street
on this morning
- unbearded rabbi thinly singing sweet
remembered
words -in this cobbled crumbled side-street,
their ark - the spread of sky – a white sheet thrown
from an
open window by unseen hands –they inhale in still breathless
open window by unseen hands –they inhale in still breathless
wonder-stretch their toes in shoes – she feels his
heart beating
in her finger-tips and when the word
‘authority’ is intoned –
she turns from flashes of storm boots and snarls
of shepherd dogs,
rattle-cattle cars and forever unspeakable
violation -rewrites authority
now - here - with each breathed breath –belly bulge- stretching against
her thin clean dress –the banish atrocity of authority begun –
no hint of stumble in stalwart reclamation of self and future –
beyond the cool morning of crumbled streets the shine of
hot sun spills as honey on their heads –spills on shoulders
straightened- these children of a promised land –standing
together -sacred remembrants of all that was –
now - here - with each breathed breath –belly bulge- stretching against
her thin clean dress –the banish atrocity of authority begun –
no hint of stumble in stalwart reclamation of self and future –
beyond the cool morning of crumbled streets the shine of
hot sun spills as honey on their heads –spills on shoulders
straightened- these children of a promised land –standing
together -sacred remembrants of all that was –
stirring in innocence yet reborn –
legacies of light – re-writing
authority in
the sparkling
sand of time to be –
seal this, their vow –
from crumbling street
–
there and then,
here and now –
wherever – forever –
in clear voice
they
do
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