Robert N. Watson
He’s not the Reaper, but he does stop by
To say, to everything that’s ever lived, “Nice try.”
8.25.2013
Adam's Complaint
Denise Levertov
Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.
The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.
You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads
And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.
The Candidate
They did their best
to keep the marginals
away
from the Candidate.
The children.
The sick.
The possessed.
For a moment
they let down
their guard,
and find Him
dining with sinners.
And the Twelve
frustrated
with Him
wonder,
"How is this guy
ever gonna be
our Messiah?"
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