A Testament

 John and I sit together in a tree and chew  on either carob beans or locusts, the translation is sometimes unclear,  the taste, unmistakable. We eat in the ear-ringing silence of a wastelands solitude. John thinks people have a problem  with the possibilities of reflection. For Christ’s sake forty days is not long,  just ask my cousin, He knows.  

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