Wednesday, June 20, 2012

From The Beginning Was The Word


When you speak you repeat the old rite.
You take two goats:
the truth and
his gray brother,
which you tie with a red thread
for a sign, for your sign
in the wilderness -
to tell them apart.
But it tangles them together;
They run clumsy and quick
with enough line to cross a whole world.

You would snap it,
but someone stitched that scarlet
into your skin
down to your very heart.

So you wait by the road
for what's yours (truly)
to return
when night comes.

(This will be part of a larger story called The Black Book of Children's Bible Stories. More about that later.)

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