Zionist
for Israel, but
I don't invest,
in WAR...
I'm a pacifist...
For Arab
as for any other people
being legalistic
without exclusivist predilection...
for peaceful solution
no arms race
calm conversation
harmonious division
brotherhood in view
without fatal pride, absolutist
sans rejection, unhealthy, fatalistic
sans cruelty, dominist...
Allah understanding God
After all, they are one...!
Divide territory
and live in peace
and respect Both...!
Abolish parabellum !
PP peace, please...!
*Image of People of the Dawn by Pixabay.
Instruments of Mercy
Amidst the wailing whiplashed 'neath a moonlit plight,
Against the cowered beast of demons gnashing white,
Angst men in their temporary shanties walled bubbles,
Atheist fated them to wile their skill with steel shovels,
Apologist to the bitter end proves it's never supported,
Absolutist self-denial raw display ne'er to be thwarted,
Awarest who'd weathered the conviction of strong will,
Awkwardest fretted near sunk rocks, lost eyes wet still,
Aptest met their latest neighbor, old-timers now closer,
Antichrist organized bits of their faith sitting as a poser.
2022 January 22
I would be creeped out, Lucilla said.
Making me wish I had not mentioned their visits.
Glad I had stopped myself when I did.
They are not frightening, I told her.
Spirits comfort me, they are proof that life goes on.
How can it? She asked me. Dead is dead.
Not recognizing that flesh death is no death at all.
Sometimes her absolutist mind frightens me.
There is no opening for possibilities or new ideas.
She is stuck in the tradition of a family who forgot to think in their youth.
My grandmother giggles in my ear, reading my mind.
The smell of lilac verifies her presence.
I don’t know what I would do if a ghost talked to me, Lucilla said.
Can I please bite her on the leg? Grandma asked.
I could not stop laughing.
I cannot be her friend because she has pink yarn in her hair.
Who says?
My mother.
Can you at least be her friend at school?
No.
Let me guess.
You have an Absolute Book at your house….
Yes, and we sing the absolute song at our house nightly.
How does that go again?
“Absolutely no yarn in hair,
Absolutely no tattoos or rings.
Absolutely no make-up.
Absolutely no outsiders can learn these sings.”
But you are sharing the song with me?
Yes.
But I am an outsider.
Oh. I did not know that.
Forget you heard it, okay?
I do not want to lose my standing in my family.
They have already disowned three of my sisters and two brothers.
Your secret is safe with me.
Absolutists. Nothing like them.