kibroth hattaavah
February 8, 2009
we take up our post as gravedigger
as we watch for the wind to bring more
we stare at the sky
expecting to die
even as our food blankets the floor
we have all we need
but we beg and we plead
to be sold into slavery again
our hands full of bread
we would rather be dead
so we dig
and we dig
and we dig
our graves of craving
February 21, 2009 at 8:29 pm
Wow. Well expressed and absolutely true.
January 24, 2010 at 4:10 pm
I don’t know you at all, and you haven’t posted in a year, but I wanted you to know that I have enjoyed my visit here; your thoughts and struggles are shared by this sojourner as well, and I appreciate the company in the confusion. Your poetry is beautiful. Just beautiful. Thank you.