Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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He said
He said the worst offence
is to talk too much
so she sat there, quiet
hands in her lap,
feet on the floor,
head tilted sideways, just
a touch,
upon relaxing shoulders
without flap
eyes so intelligent,
intentfull watch.
Then, somehow,
irresistible mishap
gave freedom to free
flowing
pearls of wisdom without
match,
the longest ever speech,
in immobility so taxing,
hatched.
If disease is not
If disease is not God's
punishment
for bad behaviour
as the bible says
and it is nothing more
than genes gone berserk
or peoples' sins
against themselves
and their kin,
why does it feel like
being in Job's skin
who said more or less,
yes,
good and bad, sin or not,
I accept his distress.
She is so smart
She is so smart
— show them what you know —
she can read and count,
she can think, and speak,
and make us proud,
what stupidity,
to take this on
a job for life,
willingly,
so smart, and sad.