ezekiel

 pieces of graffiti

about living creatures
they read

1:sheol, Sheol! I used to know the language
of that,Sheol
now its just a divided nation
babel constructs, Egyptian suns of a lulav
record aeons fourfold

2:the moss on rabbi meirs grave is cold and coiled
so is my exhaled air
stone angels offer chilled comfort
to spoiled ears

adapt the moon
to beit Shamira


3. the faltering lamp
is like the light
of that great chariot

wither creatures
begone witchcraft to
Molech

but molochs Molech
he's charming
his bent nose is like mine
compared to his air
I'm no Egyptian prince
compared to Ramses im
Davids heir


the tree is bent
the stone is crumbled
no mind can analyze
the changing clime
the snow is coming
Ragnarok is a prelude
to menorahs glow

another chill winter
pray for your own
messiah
I'm the town pariah
figure that one out