I am like a pelican in
the wilderness
vomiting undigested shellfish
into lonely desert sand.
into lonely desert sand.
I am the raven of the
empty house,
the owl of the wasted place.
A forbidden kestrel that flies by your wisdom,
I turn my wings for the far distant south.
I am awake, a bird on the roof,
terrified like the sparrow that flies away,
I slip. I fall from the wire
like a quail dropped through the door of heaven
to feed the miserable mob.
the owl of the wasted place.
A forbidden kestrel that flies by your wisdom,
I turn my wings for the far distant south.
I am awake, a bird on the roof,
terrified like the sparrow that flies away,
I slip. I fall from the wire
like a quail dropped through the door of heaven
to feed the miserable mob.
I am like a peacock
with goodly wings
eating ashes in the evening shadows,
like an ostrich with forgotten eggs.
I am like the kite and her kinds,
like the stork, the heron, the hoopoe,
teeming with life but unfit to eat.
eating ashes in the evening shadows,
like an ostrich with forgotten eggs.
I am like the kite and her kinds,
like the stork, the heron, the hoopoe,
teeming with life but unfit to eat.
(See Psalm 102, Job 39, and Deuteronomy 14)
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