After Isaiah 30
You hear the
army march
around the city,
each movement
sounding a bell
of terror,
ringing to
announce what’s
coming. But no
one sends out
a scarlet rope,
the mark of salvation,
and the first
pebbles begin
to chip from the
wall,
the pebbles
followed by stones,
the stones by
rocks, and
in a great rush
of sound and dust
the walls crack
and crumble
and explode,
disintegrating
into defenseless
disaster.
The city is the
offering, placed
on the altar of
its own design,
the sacrifice of
its people
the atonement.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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