Listen to the madman
By Itane Vero
Sat, 02 Nov 2013
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Why this wobbly weakness for prophets?
For pale persons in camelhair overcoats
who love to eat locusts and wild honey?
For dry creatures who like the silence of
the desert even more than the company
of their best friends. Who listens to their
message? Their words drier than rocks,
their warnings bleaker than the skeleton
of the stray camel? After all, life beyond
the horizon just goes on. Valiant, various,
valuable. The man of God. The sand slips
through his fingers. Raw vultures eclipse
the sun. The prophet writes with his last
bit of ink on the last sheet of parchment:
'When no one explains what hell is, how
will we ever know what heaven shall be?'
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