Without Mice Or Men
Suddenly the royal mantle of life slips away
It is evening, I
gathering close the cosy cloak of daily ennui
step out into the drizzle
One grey raindrop for one stilled life
The billions who came and went
Since Adam and his wife
Silent swallows fill the sky of Sidon
Somewhere there
By the stone jug fallen among motley earthenware
On a cobbled lane far, not quite far
from the temple, soldiers, winepress,
thonged sandals, scrolls, philistine perfumes
And the relentless drip of a stone faucet
There,
here and everywhere
The measured step, the laboured step
The famous step to hear
To kiss
Every single raindrop falling
Out of ken
With the tired sweep of the hem of His dress
Without priest or prelate
Mice or men
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