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THE MESSIAH

I imagine –

(a terrifying moment!) –

He will come, burst into tears from despair

and darken the sun.

Someone will toss in a drunken word:

“Execute them! down to the pavement!”

And the moon will rise

anticipating a fire.

Instead of rain, instead of dew –

Stones from the sky...

And someone’s voices:

“Don’t! Don’t!”

A cripple, rushing somewhere, will step on a child.

And everyone will shout without end:

“Messiah! Greet the Messiah!”

“Hosanna to Him, He has come!”

And blood

will remake mortal ecstasy into a cherished dream.

1918