A Song: Of Aaron
Author: Deborah ReinstraThe Other Journal
Posted on: Nov 21, 2008
And the Lord struck the people with a plague because of what they did with the calf Aaron had made.
—Exodus 32:35
When you are thunder to us,
when you are smoke and fire,
we sift through the air, ashen.
Out of the smoke, coals drop;
we pick them up, burn each other,
in disgust disgorge a lie.
Look at us now, seared and smoking,
moaning amid the stinking dead.