Unleavened Will
O, break your bread and pour your wine
don't fast on my behalf
you'll not find me in grain nor grapes
nor peering from the golden calf
that tempts you look away
I am your shame,
the baker of unleavened will
the tainted hutzpah on your mind
a pestilence upon your pity
a barrier between you and the all divine
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2006
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