by Quincy R. Lehr

From Keter unto Malkhut.
    The seventh day of rest.
The naming of Creation.
    No, this is not a test.

The rustling wind in forests.
    The stars just out of reach.
Crude scribbles in a cavern.
    The rudiments of speech.

The cloying stink of cities.
    The plundered countryside.
A wave of late-night nausea.
    The rote decree of pride.

The jacket on the shoulders.
    The fingers in the glove.
The tangled man and woman
    who never speak of love.

The alpha and omega.
    The forty years of thirst.
The path into the desert
    that cannot be reversed.


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