leading them
out of slavery…
the sea
cleaved to make way
to the promised land
the waves of men
unrelenting, unrepenting
in Kamathipura
whom do those empty eyes seek
customers or saviours?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
leading them
out of slavery…
the sea
cleaved to make way
to the promised land
the waves of men
unrelenting, unrepenting
in Kamathipura
whom do those empty eyes seek
customers or saviours?
The familiarity of the first stanza did not prepare me for the 2nd stanza — and I like that surprise and the depth of meaning.
The waves of men that do not cleave. I’m haunted by the eyes captured in that red light. What is the promised land for them?
Thanks very much for taking the time to read and comment Shirley