Evepollution

Empty soul atop Nahal Sorek -
the Unbreakable Conscience of a Harlot;
a Woman drowns immersed in riddles.
From a single Fruit, to a Thousand Silver Coins
15 judges condemn the Loins
of a Mother and Her Wretched Arms,
And the fall of man from civilised Demands.

david perched high
in the sky
overlooks Cyclical Tragedy.

The Whore’s Red Lips as Black
as Her heart:
“Oh, Delilah, won’t you pluck the Strings of his harp”
Ropes are merciless and truth unsustainable,
but the reality of his love so vividly attainable.
Strength he sacrifices
his blood; the sketch of a You that transcends still life in his eyes.
Not a tear he cries.
and You…You…Faithless and Unwavering – stand not as a testament to Me.
Speak as You drown under Gaza’s fields of gratuity.
Dagon summons and You
forget the rib from which you breathe.

Never does he denounce You -
never once are You tried.
It is simply I
that drives back forth to
Purgatory.