Jericho

Jericho (poem) - shofar blowing

Today I heard the walls of Jericho

fall

and don’t get me wrong,

the voice which shook them was

one of power

but the crash of the stones was

whispered

a sob, faint and precise

like a kitten kneading plastic wrap

or a newspaper

carried by gentle winds past your

ear,

just beyond the edges of your

vision

 

They fell with all the quiet intensity

borne by a tear rolling

down the cheek of

a face lit by the sun-dance smile

that only the splinters of a broken

heart can fuel

 

with all the silent agony of a

tortured artist, tired of dying

beautifully

 

with the space between

heartbeats, and the will to stop

counting them

 

with the careful clumsiness of a

drunk 16 year old trying

to sneak back through their

bedroom window

 

and the flutter of a crumpled

understanding,

bouncing off the rim of a

wastepaper basket

 

They met the earth with all the

excited tenderness of

lovers on the verge of keeping

promises

and there they settled,

finally, into

dust

and we were home.

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