Friday, October 10, 2014

midwives

Midwives
4-19-14


Shiphrah and Puah
Are beauty and splendor
Refusing to follow the king's command
Saving man children alive
For the cause of morality
Putting it off
For the cause of such a man
In the house of Levi
Taking my second cup of coffee
As if today will be the day that I die
Taking up the ark of bulrushes
In no more need to ask why
Saving Moses from the water of the Nile
In hard bondage, mortar and brick
I put it off for another day
To take my Sabbath idle and still
By the veil torn in the midst
In that I kick against the prick...






















"Ouch!"
4-19-14


Making the children to serve with rigor
Blessed today with my coffee and sugar
Getting involved in something much bigger
Taking a wife of the daughter of Levi
Seeing that such was a beautiful child
He was saved alive from the water
We hide him three months
Yet to be filled with the Spirit of wisdom
Making our garments for glory and for beauty
Where such observation
In watching is our duty
Like the engravings of the signet
Set in ouches of gold
In hopes not to stagnate
Nor grow cold....












Clasp
4-19-14


By my procrastination
Of my dirty laundry
I bring to remembrance a time of joy and comfort
And take another deep toke
By the ouch, the brooch, and the clasp
By the venom of the asp
By these stones set upon ones shoulders
For a memorial
Being something that I can grasp
Making our breastplate of judgment
With its ornaments of gold
Yet procrastinating
Being one to call it a Sabbath
Not made for man
But vice versa
Yet to fasten together
All that we have to work with...












On Exodus 1:14 (Look This Up)
4-19-14


Making their lives with bondage quite bitter
Where I will proceed
And not be the quitter
The more they afflicted them
The more they multiplied and grew
Serving the purpose of a good and faithful servant
In my reaching out to you
In service, in mortar and in brick
O, meet my libido
He will get to work on it
Saving all male children alive
Going against the king's commands
For morality itself
O, where are these words going
But being spewed from a pen
Now in its diligence...

























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