William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Canvas 444 — Jerusalem

Though he doesn’t look like him,
he reminds me of someone in Jerusalem,
chanting in rooster’s voice behind the tomb,
’mid incense-cloud in cage-like room,

Spirit moored in tattered robe,
soiled well along the road,
with dandruff, food, and candle wax,
a kind of holy grime and filth,
or prophet’s gold,

Where I met him in the gloom,
when again I was as now,
not quite young and almost old,
and as sane as any fool.

Canvas 444 — October 8, 2014

Canvas 444 — October 8, 2014

Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature

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