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lazarus (5)

and she wandered in the desert
the red desert, followed camel tracks,

tracks that criss-crossed and twisted
like cloven double-helices;

in parallel she walked,
carried their ruck through the desert

of his, of her PTSD;

she searched for wells,
deep wells filled with clean blue waters,

compassion, compassion sweet
as dates, ripe, sun-dried;

in the desert she ate wild honey,
locusts, prayed to her God,

prayed for/to Lazarus,
for God’s, His mercy

His mercy to fall upon them,
mercy to fall

upon them like plum blossoms
upon them like fresh, spring rain.

1 Comment (Closed)

Alex VanderWoude

For some reason this piece reminds me of some of the Psalms in the Bible, and not just because of the name Lazarus. I’ll bet that’s not a coincidence. Or maybe it was obvious from the start, and I’ve just clued in!

Apr 07 2011 · 14:38

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