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Duane Eells: Man Kneeling

A man fell to his knees
In the midst of a square

-Was he too tired
To stand

-Had he reached the line
Where the waves of spent lives break

-Had he been hit with hammers of grief
By whirlwinds of pain

-Was it an adversity not to be borne

-Was it the angel of death
With his scythe when it was time to go

-Was it Satan or God

Suddenly, in the midst of a square
A man fell to his knees like a horse
the knees cut off with a scythe.

Sargon Boulus
A man fell on his knees
Translated by Kees Nijland