The Hidden One
i woke up into a dream
the loneliness had taken me
young and old the butchered men
the barrel wine, the broken line
i feel the glyphs and fold the words
the holiness was all i heard
into the Wall, the world beyond
the scattered lies, the tattered ties
Holy Land and holy tongue
riding with the Hidden One
i woke up into a dream
of candlelights in the night
walking with the dead you know
some on mule, some on foot
heading to the offices
of metal stamps and evil times
noble blood upon the blade
a sinking ship was all they made
my father was the oldest son
of another oldest son
i wrote my piece inside a secret book
halcyon travels and the grave i took
my kin were cutting clothes
and they had cut it close
for their time had come
to leave across the sea
for the evil fires
across the land did spread
and our run was scotched
over waves and sand
but my grandfather grew
he rode a mule to shul
and i found my blade
down the mountain
comes the sun
Holy Land and holy tongue
riding with the Hidden One
—
Reagan M. Sova is the author of Wildcat Dreams in the Death Light, a critically acclaimed, 80,000-word epic poem published by First to Knock.
