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
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