Two Old Men
by Marc Mangel
I passed an arab today and indeed he
was a holy man.
A worker by his clothes and hands
smeared with dirt his face and his all
in the cold he stood
and prayed softly with the
fervor of the few of God
my eye too closed and for the moment of
eternity I joined his soul and saw
his sights and thus I to was
captured and ensared by the religous man.
An old Jew visited me today. he too wore
the sign of the religious
too often perverted by the
a staunch and majestic man
he sold the magic carpet
the one that can
two old men
partners in a world which neither wants
partners in a world not of God
but where men of God
beggars of life.