Dan Lukiv

The Word of Jehovah, poetry Dan Lukiv

An excerpt // 9. // Upon a divan of thorns, / He sits- // Upon a table of thistles, / He rests his elbows- // Upon a pillow of nettles, / He lays his weary head- // And his children wear / Garments of prickles / That gnaw their skin- // And the brambles / That fill the walls, / His wife weaves into / Cloth for her skin, / Even his- // And he is happy in his sleep, / And daily thoughts of / Food and wine, / Because he has traded / Abraham's way for a sort / Of intercourse with Baal- // And so he is happy / To choose his own path, / His own green path, / Just as Eve, his mother / Too, chose hers-