They said he was seated on his throne. The wounded got up from the ground. He made them whole and it happened before our eyes. We had not seen this before though the missionaries said he would. He is a God who robs his people of what they are and want to be and makes them into sheep. We wanted to be warriors and did not want to bleat. Then the ones we looked for brought us whiskey. It was something we had to have to survive as sheep.
Issue: Fall/Winter 2012 » Poetry