2020 / poetry / author
HENRY BROWN
ELIJAH
…
no rain for weeks: dry heat beats strands of hair
there just to take one final look
low pain strains hazy on, harsh bright-white crack
blacktop bubbles, looming wall cowers (still)
sun cracks wall-edge, fire holy cuts concrete
heat through head concocts sacred plan:
quick look then fade black, flag shadow faint
paint smoke over, ba’al simpers:
sick shook steel pole; smoke confuses cuts stand
land surround wall bends spiteful smile
no rain for months; parched, pushing to the last.
past frail pavement still holding on,
rust-fallen flagpole, few shards of wall found
whole idol-empire burn now to the ground!