INTO THE DEAD SEA
Just north of Bashan we paved into the earth; Stones upon stones within a mountainous valley.
Oh, cry not for me River Jordan!
…I weep under the meadows lark
as the runic moon whispers into another decade-
The silence of lambs are covered in matted wool and thorns; The monotheistic mud is sacred to the tribal unions where the totems within the clays of tomb and rune breathe...
…I gather quietly inside the empyrean horizons;
Offering the sacred balms of Gilead trees
…a myrrh bestowing to the living souls
where the silver balm glisters her wealth
while we wander inside the city of refuge:
Crying in silent prayers:
“Land of Bashan let not the fruits spoil-”
Oh River Jordan, tributary into the Dead Sea;
The land and totems of Israel are watching…
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