. surrender . by Sonja Benskin Mesher

witness came again,
reminding the words are there,

black and white, the finger writ,

he said, in the beginning it was so.

then having spake moved on, with
language unbeknown. how did

they let it happen, the flood, how
did the house surrender. a holy

place. a place of conversation, stuff
of the age, no empire building here.

there was scrambled egg, and a cabinet
pudding waiting.

sbm.

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