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But He spoke

“Love your enemies”–

Out-worded mouthings,

Spoken blessings for curses,

Only discarded words;

Instead ‘Balms’ in Gilead,

Made for Middle so East,

Empty shell casings;

More verbs eject from rockets

Droning down, dropping

From the battering weapon

Of religious faiths; and

‘Hallowed’ point bullets

Fell our enemies who return

The spiritual vengeance;

All’s fair in love and religion,

‘Worn’ out words.

Turn your other teeth,

In the snarl of the Sermon

On the Mounted gun,

Revenge by silencer,

But even some civilians

Cry out against each strike,

This crusade of the ‘juster’

Jest of the god-blessed—

Ritual fount of all

Red-tided history.


Previously published in different form in The Recusant and Dark Energy

Daniel Wilcox’s wandering lines have appeared in many magazines including The Danforth Review, Mindful Word, Western Friend, and Enhance. Before that he hiked through Cal State University Long Beach (Creative Writing), Montana, Pennsylvania, Europe, Arizona, and Palestine/Israel where he became friends with both Israelis and Palestinians.

He has also worked in a mental institution, sojourned on a reservation, and taught students literature for years. He now lives with his wife on the central coast of California where he travels via the Internet to the Middle East every day, praying for peace amongst all peoples.