January Poet and Poem of the Month

Winning Poem:

Moses & Aaron

It's a shame we have our own truths

Letting our golden calves run loose

In the streets and free ranges

I'm ashamed of my personal figures,

how we now speak in tongues

And add numbers of our invention

While writing poems that mean nothing at all

Contradictions and obscurities by the Red Sea

Idol after idol on promised land

god after god against the divine system

Perhaps I should turn to some set of commandments

Bringing order to our idol revelry

For I wish to be healed at the tops of Sinai

From our distance in the valley in between