but not urgent; danger, but golf
first to ease the tensionless strain.
Who needs to read reports? Facts are
always replaced by our nonsense.
someone will pay, but we won’t.
Hard choices, some one must, but not us.
Great strain, with turncoats all about.
The world is safe without our might.
new partners, and no one asks us.
We are free; no more mooching; our
treasure is ours, for our comfort,
and we will be great, but alone.
generation, but that was all.
He stuffed me into that boat (he
heard a voice he said), animals
as well, and so we endured that
journey, sweaty, dusty, dirty,
smelly. We endured – no options.
he planted a vine; I planted
crops, cooked animals and fed us.
A year later he made wine for
the voice in his head, and drank it,
and it took control of his body,
exposing his mind’s disarray.
him, while the third ran to tell me,
and then I realized I was alone.
No one speaks to me or of me.
I am Na’amah, daughter of
Lamech and Zillah, bringer of
sweet songs of praise to all voices.
I am not; others hear me sing.
I speak my mind and the heavens
stay in place. And so I left the boat
searching for the queen of demons,
Lilith, who has much to teach us.