| The Odor of
Sweat
Knowing, hidden within its fruit
Shame spread behind the sewn leaves of
the fig
A rock to hide the naked flesh
But not deny the call from God.
not deny the act.
The first chance to lie
To save himself from the
thorn and thistle
of life-long struggle
Untaken.
The fall from grace
Coupled with the odour of sweat
And the cries of
the
Still-to-be-born
Warmed by pelts
barely
protected from the
wind and rain
Outside.
Ezra Ben-Meir, History: #285, Feb. 1987, edited Oct. 1999
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