Dan Lukiv

Book III-Job to the Song of Solomon, poetry Dan Lukiv

An excerpt, a poem based on chapter three of Job // Take a skin-bottle / Of wine and toss it from / The height of an eagle's nest, // Smash a stone jar, / And watch the waters rush / Into the street, / To disappear like mists upon / Meadows in the rising sun, // Press out the flame of a wick / And render the candle / Useless, // Let the man ride Leviathan / Beneath cold waves, / For a moment, // Let a rock from a high crag / End it all upon a skull / Deadened by its own / Despair, // Let thoughts end in / That place where gloom hatches / Eggs that reveal hideous / Memories of a failed life, // Watch the bramble bush roll / Across the wilderness / And disappear from sight. // Yes, the bramble bush, / Void of violet flowers and / Red berries, / Rolling, rolling, / Gone.