MARTY LICHTERMAN

Quick the smile to ease the mind's delay
Even tempered straight lips fall
across white teeth....
Catholic boy of Jewish blood...

Ancient dreams
Hung like dead bones
around the leathery neck
of the blind seer.

Your belief writhes ready to be born,
Moses on the Mississippi....
The deliverer eager to smash
the insidious testimony of the flesh.
Old friend which Jordan do you cross?
And to what Caanan do you go?




August 1972