our god sleeps by Paul Brookes – poetry

Israel, Galilee, Kin, Kineret, Kinneret, Tiberias

photo from Pixabay

First published in Rhythm N Bones Lit

our god sleeps

with his gob open.
When he opens his gob
It could be dawn, noon, or midday.
whenever we must awake
to work in the mountains.
The mountains of god's tongue.

They shake and gust blows.
We must find
our balance.
Hunt for food
on the undulations.

Never know
when god will close his mouth
for night to fall, again.

Sometimes night is short.

Folk say there is life
over the mountains
in god's teeth

None have returned.

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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