Fanfare and blank stares don’t cooperate in willing shakes of hands the mesmerized prophet ladles soup into starving bowled open mouths of babes and man many lost attempts to settle debts and return land fractured beginnings broken on settlements caved to God’s clan of one or the other not breaking bread for luck or hope or peace instead they stitch lives together with woven tales of tea times ceremoniously broken wept in the sunshine and salty sea dozens of tears shed on battles bled confusion ringing sound of dread terror rises inside their heads.
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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