The 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.
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.