He comes from a long
line of sinners: kings with
wandering eyes, brothers
who rape sisters-- they leave
Him to tell the truth.
He was at Jericho's wall,
at the splitting sea of red--
disquised as the trumpet
blast, the wooden staff.
He tears through me-- severing
rotten from ripe, dead
from alive.
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