Miriam’s Song

Eleanor Wilner


Death to the first-born sons, always— 

the first fruits to the gods of men. 

She had not meant it so, standing in the reeds 

back then, the current tugging at her skirt 

like hands, she had only meant to save 

her little brother, Moses, 

red-faced with rage when he was given 

to the river. The long curve of the Nile 

would keep their line, the promised…

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