Dead Sea Salt, not Caves
“Many soul-destroying things/In folded tablets”
~ T. S. Brandreth, The Iliad of Homer, 1816
I know those soul-destroying things, those things
In ancient texts on parchment, vellum, or
Papyrus, rolled or folded. Suffering stings
From centuries ago. It stings the core.
These old lines have no right to kill our thought.
The words are like a code in poison set
In stealth’s invisible ink. Tittle, jot,
And full-throat words of hatred carry threat.
When heated from below by candle flames
That Allah or Jehovah holds, a page
Reveals its venom perfectly. It blames
Us beings, singeing us (our hearts) with rage.
..Close up the volumes. Close the codex. Shut
….Scrolls under Dead Sea salt where they can’t cut.