08 September 2011


Challah (Unveiling of David 1504) 9/8

in the church yard
the block of white marble
has sat as long as I can remember

Small pecks at it
what could be the start of a leg

Birds sit on it

And it grows green with moss

I saw them tilting it upright this morning
Men in rough cloth inspecting it for cracks

Then he ran his blackened hands
across the surfaces
held his ear to it

He pressed his face against the stone
and breathed deeply for what seemed hours

The stillness of the out of season cold spell

His breathing

I expected something to form from the air
to braid itself from the earth
and his dark eyes

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