The voice of one crying in the wilderness
Was it merely a kick or had prophecy returned
when Jean Baptiste stirred from mother’s
digestion? Looking forward to the days
of crazy John stalking desert
rocks for—what is it? manna, for Providence,
and receiving crisp locusts, he roused
from 400-year slumber, the deep
sleep between gyres. Foreglimpsing
the suckling breast, he confused it with honey
in the wilderness, foresuffering decapitation and pretense
at cannibalism, he felt the coming Messiah
in the womb and word of his aunt. Prophecy
runs in the blood, Elizabeth wept
before she heard the crying voice.
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