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valley of giants

By B.I. Kukla
why did I ever think that coming to this promised land
would be as easy as walking into a movie theater
where you just grab your snacks and
the best seat you can
and sit back and enjoy the show?
while it’s a battlefield of all the birds of prey

I came, I saw, I said: hello, burger and fries please
and I got food poisoned
the offering of this land turned out to be
highly processed, artificially sweetened
and subtly poisonous

so were the words of its gods

I am moses without people
I am people without moses
I am zion without God
I have superiority in my flesh
and sovereignty in my blood
there is no spirit in my breath
and only sweet venom in my mouth

so were the songs of its mothers

seven years and seven years
of walking around with trumpets
and the walls did not fall
my private jericho stands as it was
just quietly burns in shame
let it stay unclaimed
let it stay unclaimed

so were not the fists of its fathers

trouble trouble trouble
overstay your welcome make it double

//my heart is not a vending machine
pushing buttons will not dispense you forgiveness//

in the fierceness of this battlefield
all understanding is lost
of how God nurtures each soul individually
and how people ruin His work collectively
using His law and His words perversely
aggressively arrogantly obnoxiously
with all the passion of ignorance
and none of His bread

ever wondered what you really hunger for?

what's lost cannot be gained
by proximity in yards or inches
to familiar fools with busy mouths
but by the lightning work of the Sword
cutting through your hat of pride

then, the joy of understanding
of God's will
that is Life


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