Ears To Hear

A second shift ‘cause ben-Yaaqob said he was sick Prob’ly faking again It’s getting cold, should build a fire Working half-souled, watching a rooster sleep Abrupt bustle A Roman squad on the hustle Assigned to go along Across the brook I raise my torch and take a look Twelve men in the garden They look simple I saw that one in the temple Wha—Suddenly supine! A flash! A cry! The big one’s sword! I’m ‘bout to die Mutter quick: whispered curse Can’t hear, bleeding! If ben-Yaaqob is home reading… If only ben-Yaaqob!!! The one which we sought, he has come quite near Just what has he wrought? It’s back! My right ear! They rush Him off now I fall to my knees and in my heart bow I hear, and I see Perhaps he is sick Could he too be healed? ben-Yaaqob needs quick to know: This is real