Broken Av

by kdillmanjones


The gods deserted us,
in their diaspora of disappointment.
The air was sucked dry,
or was it knowledge
vacuumed up?
Fire was extinguished
in shivering detachment.
Water was desiccated,
all life separated.
And earth, dear earth,
so painfully perished.
Lamentations could fly
but who would hear?
And the moon, dear moon,
so perfectly perched.
A new–
A pregnant luna,
a dying sol.
A people searching,
a broken soul.


* For more on mourning during the month of Av, see Tisha B’Av .

** 33-333 words on the 3rd definition of fly.

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