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Section 2: La'Merkhav

Poem Number:

5

1/9/2021

Owls II

It's loneliness that wails.
A fierce and stoic grief when you see her, but if you listen,
The Queen of night, don’t be fooled by her sharp talons
She too yearns, heart wailing
Who
Only the blanket of darkness, the unknowable
and thus hopeful
Void,
Offers a strange
comfort.

Created by Sarah Meyer-Waldo, 2022

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