Ears Of Corn - Poem by gershon hepner
In the synagogues they pray with ears
of corn, and listen to the shadows’ sound,
because no still and silent voice for years
has whispered, and no glory is around.
Yet it is not blaspheming with the breath
to try recapturing was has been lost,
refusing to acknowledge that famed death
of God a great unglaublich scholar glossed.
The evidence that He once lived is soft,
but those who pray don’t care it isn’t hard,
or that a great philosopher has scoffed
about what can’t be found by Scotland Yard,
for by their prayers they choose to shame the dark,
dark places where the doubting mind would mourn,
providing an occasion for their spark
to find an Alien hiding in the corn.
Inspired by Dylan Thomas’s “A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London”
Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness
And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow my salt seed
In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn
The majesty and burning of the child's death.
I shall not murder
The mankind of her going with a grave truth
Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
With any further
Elegy of innocence and youth.
Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames.
After the first death, there is no other.
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