Two poems by Jared Harel

Old Testament

You tell me
you are ruthless
and vengeful

as God.

Then you grab me
and kiss me
hard

on the lips.

I love God
I answer, tasting

the blood.

I say God
you look good
with your buttons

undone.

 

Requiem for a Dictator

Like the names of birds
and victims,
we forget you.
Your dictums
dismissed. You fold
into the old
volumes of antiquity,
a desiccated moth.
With no palaces
to speak of, no protests
to suppress,
your mind begins
to wander. Your eyes
deceive you.
Even that loyal
henchman of a heart
is a traitor after all.
Thrown in the face
of your every
command,
its beating slows.
The beatings cease.

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