Dan Lukiv

The Word of Jehovah Came to Jonah, poetry Dan Lukiv

An excerpt, a poem based on chapter two of Jonah // O Sheol, / Belly of vapours- / Jeremiah // Would have died / In cistern muck, / In that pit of future // Kings and thorns / Of grassy time, / If Ebed-melech had // Not handed down / Ropes of life and rags / Of comfort; Jonah, // Fellow prophet, / Kinsman to wisdom / Of lips that fail, // Did you wish for / A strong saviour, / A sling // Such as David used to / Release himself from / Goliath? // O Sheol, / Dark place of vipers, / Did you fight against // That vomit /Prophet, by pursing / Your lips? // So many helplessly / Fall into you, / You trap of blood and flesh // And fragmented dreams, / But an only begotten son, / Removed from your // Moist grave / (A prophet that sailed / Towards ending day, // A prophet who / Tired to purse his lips, / But couldn't) // Gives men hope / That Adam almost / Spoiled; Jonah, // Vomit man, / Did you laugh / And cry?