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Age of Anawim

Princess Anawim, four years old

You were born to overthrow me

Terrible in all your beauty

And endless in your energies.

 

Made of music and sharp white teeth

Hair that streams like banners behind

Blazing eyes fixed on tyranny

That you very nearly deserve.

 

Princess Anawim I’d throw down

The crown of my paternity

If I thought I could bear to see

My daughter rise a tyrant-queen.

 

But your prostrate future subjects

Would burn my bones and curse my name

As he who brought their doom to pass

The endless age of Anawim.

 

So I’ll hold the throne against you

And keep your glory in its place

Just long enough for you to learn

A crown is for the casting down.


Donkey-Work

Walk the path a thousand times

From the kitchen to the well.

Sweep until the dirt is gone

Clean until the chaos flees.

 

Tear down the old corrupted things

Raise up the new creations.

Repair the bent and broken things

If and when it can be done.

 

Put the values in their places

Make the numbers tell the truth

Make a right accounting

Of what was gained, and lost.

 

Cause the little things to grow

And keep the great from tyranny

Make a garden in the wilderness

And a city in the wastes.

 

Feed the humans in your care

Keep their bodies clean

Let them see the world and know

They are the best part of it.

 

Cast the spells you have been given

The songs into the silences

The pictures on to empty space

The names unto the nameless things.

 

And they may call it donkey-work,

The body moving through the day

But we do nothing  on the earth

That is not grace, and magic.