The metaphor’s nearly religious
blood of a savior
the flesh denied, a life
of ebony, crimson and moon silver.
So century after century
like a line of coffins following war
he goes on surviving
when dying gives meaning to life
a rich man living off others
yet resembling the rest
of us working men
despising his lot
despairing of any real change
or any way out.
Sarah Brown Weitzman, a past National Endowment for the Arts
Fellow in Poetry and Pushcart Prize nominee, is widely published in
hundreds of journals and anthologies including New Ohio Review,
North American Review, The Bellingham Review, Rattle, Mid-
American Review, Poet Lore, Miramar, Spillway and elsewhere.
Her latest chapbook, AMOROTICA, is forthcoming from
Darkhouse Press.
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