of Ethiopian jews
outcast of this earth
as a stone thrown scittering across the rivers of time sinks
its story lost in pristine waters
which do not judge and only forget
they struggled on their only lodestar now
a solitary blue mountain streaming weird epiphanies
set against a pinkstone sky
embracing the dusk
and finally they came to the Holy Mountain
all fell to their knees and gave up silent soliliques
a verse from the Holy Qu’ran
a fragment of the Pentateuch
and the last page of the gospel of Saint Mark
a man died believing he had touched the face of God
among their number was a preacher
he anointed the body and blessed the bones of him
fired the pyre beneath a makeshift catafalque
and scattered his ashes
across the heavens
for to light up every star in grief
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