Poems

Eli Narev: ‘Prome-theoi’

Prome-theoi The father snatches stars To bless his children with the flame Yet if he can’t control it Nor himself, they bear his blame The mother’s arms are tender Clasping infants to her breast Though tenderness is worthless Should the father torch the nest His daughter sheds her petticoats His sister turns to stone His mother sings his songs His sole remaining sin, her own If God believed in anyone And anyone in Her She too would bow in serfdom To the father, mister, sir. Eli Narev

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