What if I don't want to go?
What if these semi-barren
Plains within crack and swell
And burn with pain when
Touched by holy lips?
When the dirt is seared away,
Burnt off by unburning flame,
Will the pulsing, exposed
Flesh remain pink and new,
Never to be muddied again by shame
And temper? I killed a man, you know—
Hot Egypt sun beating down,
I could have blamed Re, elicited pity
From the nearby righteous. I ran.
Why won't you leave me
To my sheep, though you seem
To have forgotten yours? This shepherd
Staff you give me is no snake to
Threaten Pharaoh into submission—
Why not shoot lightning from the sky
Instead of sending me, a broken
Vessel, as some union representative
To be mocked and jeered by
Unwilling workers wanting only
To keep their head down
And the foremen waiting
To call my bluff?
I have lost everything already,
Humbled and spat upon, I sleep
A nomad's sleep, but dream
A prince's dreams. Let me be.