A Divine Sign Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

A Divine Sign

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Resting in a hot bath
I had an unholy vision
Of an olive tree.
Its virginal pit
Still deep inside the fruit
Hinting to be extracted

With teeth
And lubricated tongue
Preparing to do the probing
I noticed on a low branch
The noose of a braided rope
Reminding me

Of forbidden pleasures
By vice-like grip
On the day of rest
When 30 shekels today
Will not buy a bale of hay
Or peace of dove

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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