Wednesday, January 15, 2025

A Poem

 They say Moses wrote the Torah

There's just one small problem

He dies part-way through it

"Well, he

"Was gifted with foresight!"

They say. But—

How does one have

The foresight to write one's end

But not the foresight to avoid it? 

Unless, God set the terms

Such that he had to see it through

Even knowing what was coming

"Oh, most interesting

"God" as Stephen Crane once wrote

"What folly is this?"

You made me

Only to slay me? 

You gave me

Eyes to see the inevitable end

Brains to think my approaching death

But not the means to stay the encounter?

Or is this not

What all of us do

Creating life, with only one

Possible end in view?

So here, with God,

is nothing new

To make a life is to make a death

And father Prometheus's parting gift

Was just enough to make us know it

But not for any to forgo it.

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