SALVATOR MUNDI

 

 

            Where are the words

            that could save

            the world?

 

            That could sing

            out of pain

 

            or resurrect death

            like a daffodil?

 

            I see the sun rise up,

            the moon, as if

 

            no one had suffered,

            no jobs had been jerked,

 

            surgeries botched,

            wives beaten,

 

            children abandoned

            as limp dolls.

 

            The murderers,

            the plutocrats, the liars

 

            rise again

            like mushrooms

            after the rain

 

            and yet

 

            this family of deer

            stand momentarily

            alongside the fence

 

            eyeing

            their options

 

            before the neighbor’s dog

            barks like Cerberus

 

            and they

            scatter into green.

 

 

                                   David Radavich

 

 

 


 
 

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