Head of the Year

Myra Sklarew

1976

World, they say it is your birthday,
a thousand years for each day of genesis
and we are using you up. But they have promised
that the next one will be better.
Oh End of Days, with your new earth
and your eternity spread before us
like a white sabbath cloth,
and your bread shaped like a hand:
how we long to come toward you,
to take that hand in…
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