Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Jeremiad

(10, 10, 6, 12, 9)

Saul watches the suburbly tanned bodies,
brilliantly oiled and burnished by the sun,
and sees the bloody hair
and hears the intelligible prayer to God:
"Lord, do not hold this sin against them."

America, America City,
city that kills her prophets, I gather
your children together
as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings. Have
mercy on me, O Lord, for I am

in trouble. Like a seagull on a stone
step, I have become a reproach to my
acquaintances. When they
see me in the street, they avoid me. Hooker on
the corner, waiting for a train, Drunk

lying on the sidewalk, sleeping in the
rain. Forgotten out of mind, like a dead
dog, I am a broken
pot. For I have heard the whispering of the crowd.
Where is my tranquil old age? I may

ask myself, but fear is not allowed. As
for me, Lord, in Thee have I trusted.
Get my sister Sandy,
and my little brother Ray. Let me never be
confounded. Thus says the Lord your God:

I will make this house like Shiloh, and this
nation a curse for all the nations. Now,
therefore, amend your ways
to avert wrath, for truly God delivers me
to pour His just vengeance in your ears.