Lot’s Wife (II) – a poem by David Capps

Lot’s Wife (II)
A white requiem of promises reaches me—
you’re finally here 
who have been traveling since before I can remember 
and you come bearing his flag 
which, distracted by the wind for a moment, 
reminds me of your facial tick.
To your eyes I am immobile—
veined stone with a shock of hair, 
monolith whose pauses between speech 
rare enough to be oracular
cement your view of the scene: 
one square of an ancient codex
with a border of human blood 
that offers an order 
to read 
how birds and flowers outstretch 
the sun 
how like a pillar of salt, nothing about me prevails 
but everything remembers. 

David Capps is a philosophy professor at Western Connecticut State University. He is the author of three chapbooks: Poems from the First Voyage (The Nasiona Press, 2019), A Non-Grecian Non-Urn (Yavanika Press, 2019), and Colossi (Kelsay Books, 2020). He lives in New Haven, CT.

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