Part III
Just put a pebble on my rock
as a memento of that indelibility
He'd laid gently on my frailty.
Have I not climbed the mountain
and descended in the heart
You opened so knowingly to us.
And then you spat us out
from a womb through the cervix
In a myriad of quaqmires.
Never to return through the neck
of her bottle rocking at sea
In an ocean of sand and drought.
Hardship's what you offered
but also the speech before the book
So Ali and I were free in law.
Not a prophet would ever aspire
a life you deem necessary
Yet freely we bow and serve you.
Had I ever thought to speak
and say this Israel has joint Azrael
Death, destroyer of children.
And the price we pay for this all
is exclusion by choice
Society's like that you well know.
Once touched is cursed twice
by word and speech, dream and truth
Seeing through façade and lie.
In the midst of society yet not fitting
always partly distanced
As the mind's eye looking from afar.
2024-09-11 ©
Note.
I'm glad that The Guardian has joined me in the boycott of X 😁
