had expected much, humiliation,
seized me as parents
their hands, on past their helpless
rose higher than the city where I ought to
saw the parting of the waters, slaughterings
kept rising, into the plurality of the father,
seven years of denial, after seven
you suddenly appear once more in the palm garden.
so many words on bloodless paper
are to close round more than my language.
the kept silence, the cutting, the sheaving,
a vow unknown to those without belief.
In the anthology 'One plus one', Demer Press, June 2011.