Pere-Lachaise

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Pere-Lachaise

Pere-Lachaise
Last Fare-well
Choice
Lot"s Wife
I reached out
If you love and not feel pain
Scared off by beauty

She was chosen
To flee Sodom
Together with Lot and their daughters
They set out

Angles led them
Outside of the city walls
And out they struck
And plodded

On the way she wavered
And stopped
And although she was forbidden,
She turned back towards Sodom-home

She felt sorry for the city
Where people became carnal merchandise
Sold and
Bought

And was turned into
A pillar of salt
Lot’s wife,
Wretched,
Foolish

Familiar depravity
Was more dear to her
Than unknown
Beauty

2018-08-21T17:23:24+00:00 July 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 37|0 Comments