Lesley Brown Poet Rhyme

A Burning House

The flames
leaped and laughed
and licked at my skin.

And yet you didn’t save me.

The house
crumbled and crackled
and around me caved in.

And yet you didn’t save me.

Unclean!
Unclean! you cried
and watched the ashes spin.

Now it’s too late to save me. 



In response to “A Short History of Judaic Thought in the Twentieth Century” by Linda 
Pastan

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Robert Pettit February 19, 2011 at 9:24 AM A fascinating entry to read. This is impressive.

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2011 at 5:03 PM a deep piece this is, enjoyed Lesley,..p.d.