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The Law of Moses
By Sarah Madsen
Hands at the wrist
tightly wound about—
not like the cover
that so loosely droops
at the shoulders…
Deeds worn on the sleeves
are more hidden than mine.
Dragged and dropped
at the base of those steps
I dare not lift my eyes;
for sandaled feet sit
before those that let fall
so shameful a state.
Shouts of justice reach
beyond ears; but I am
blind to all but the
sand beneath my body.
Fingers like flame
engrave words,
which I so desperately
want to know
upon the ground—
below a trembling heart—
Stops the rhythm
when silence cuts the air
with its taunting sharpness.
But He threw no stones…
Broken Mirror
By Sarah Madsen
At last I have found her,
beneath shards of glass
she lies.
I bring her to my arms,
pressing her body next to mine,
and weep gently.
Oh, these walls, these walls
that were once white—
now dark…
Darker than the stones of Petra
comes each flow,
from blades of silver.
Every taut grasp
leaves crimson ribbons on
my hands—I can’t let go.
Softly, then sharply,
each breath from inside me
is drawn…
I had forgotten her beauty.
