A Mystery Majlis in the Tent of Dawn
Abraham's lamb, Ishmael-Isaac
Capered like a goat about the pyre,
His father’s gaze fixed somewhere past the stars.
"Children are for killing,"
God said;
And he should know;
For the entrance of his tent is spread with hides; and
Death is the tattoo of all his tribe.
-- Stephen K. Roney
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