On and On

Their churches and synagogues were absorbed

By a couple of dozen persons

While seven hundred preachers

Tried to keep them in the fold

A new kind of freedom manifested

Someone changed into someone else

Said a prayer for the reformation of the poet

Attuned to the rhythms of human life

Too busy for a conception of bearing

Like a boat stranded on an island

Causes a muddling cry of a thousand sentinels

The cosmic validity of which was not doubted

Now the walls are stained by anguish

Bitterness hardens, and the troubles go on and on

Premonition asserts its mystic will

A glimpse of a dead world drifts by

2012 By David Jacobi