how is the faithful city become an harlot!

it was full of judgment
righteousness lodged in it
but now —

the whole head is sick
and the whole heart faint
there is no soundness in it
but wounds and bruises
and putrifying sores

neither the burnt offerings of rams
nor the fat of fed beasts shall save it
neither shall the blood of bullocks

in vain shall the city promise
to beat its swords into plowshares
its spears into pruning hooks

instead of sweet smell, there shall be stink
instead of a girdle, a rent
instead of well-set hair, baldness

and burning
instead of beauty

(Sorry, couldn’t resist… Taken from Isaiah 1-3)

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Nic Sebastian

Nic is the author of Forever Will End On Thursday and Dark And Like A Web. She founded the now-archived Whale Sound site and is co-founder of The Poetry Storehouse. Nic blogs at Very Like A Whale and Voice Alpha.

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