quarta-feira, 28 de maio de 2025

The hand open in the middle of the Negev

 He gave me his hand his wrist
he said he knew I listened
the sky darkened the desert quickened
Time spilling and trickling

lost to the wind searching for signs
memories of shame and great war crimes
posturing on a rocky terrace as cloud and night joined hands
He offered me an exit a saving face before the storm

Yet my eyes went to the tips of the oncoming clouds
inviting them to stir shake and open like angry crowds
To deliver flashes and deadly forks a rumbling loud
To rain and change the face of the sand below

Through soiled rags, destructive lives I grow 
I looked at him light obvious from hand flowing
The sand storm imposed now my words taken
My vision gone and life left me though I held on

under the sand tapping on the afterlife's door hoping
The only part of myself exposed was my hand open
For the greed and the desire that stacked my haughty soul
The replays and flashbacks relived to take their toll


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