JB



by
Joseph Lisowski



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2002



JOHN THE BAPTIST TURNS TO GENEOLOGY


The burning bush is beyond,
Its embers locked in the past.
Desert sand covers my feet, my calves.
It fills my nose, dries my lungs. I cough.
My voice stutters. Am I Moses?
Who is my father?

The sea's just over the horizon,
Calm to the color of ewe's milk.
Beyond is the burning bush.
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JB



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Joseph Lisowski



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2002



HEROD "TURNS TO GENEOLOGY"


"Who is my father"?
Is this man insane!
My father ordered him dead
As a baby. He's here.
I order him dead now.

Who is the real man?
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