Isaiah 64
Harvey S. Mozolak
the foliage
behind which we hid
has faded
the camouflage of living
is dead
our crypsis the trees
we will hide among them
blending among the branches
covering with leaves
our leaving for the future
until God is affixed
in their small grove
hidden in the hideous
and the wind which takes away
our name
fluttering in babble
the beating of hope and heart
will whisper yours
into the ear of a girl
plain common young
within whom glory will swirl
the rip in heaven
to sew the ruined earth’s wounds
festered in filthy linen
laid now in swaddling cloth
and nakedness
at the plank
of death
planed to nothingness
torn down
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