Another poem: ENOCH

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ENOCH
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Black Enoch
is a mountain
troubling to be moved.
His ragged clothes are
priestly vestments--
heavy burden
and reproach
to the keepers
of the world's coffers.
Questions in the air
approach and settle 'round him
like a thick night fog
that will not move
until a cataclysm--
bolt lightning
or a sudden wrongful death
or clear wild cry
from miles of dark despair--
shatters the still air,
so new winds can blow.
He could be blind,
or deaf, or dumb.
It doesn't matter.
His sad and patient eyes
are a beacon
to lost souls among us
who keep watch
for such a light.
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