Poetry on Proverbs 1:10-16

“My son, don’t let sinners entice you. Don’t go when they say: ‘Come with us. Let’s set up a deadly ambush. Let’s secretly wait for the innocent just for fun. Let’s swallow up the living like the grave–whole, like those who go down into the pit. We’ll find all sort of precious wealth; we’ll fill our houses with plunder. Throw in your lot with us; we’ll fill our houses with plunder. Throw in your lot with us; we’ll share our money. 

My son, don’t go on the path with them; keep your feet from their way, because their feet run to evil; they hurry to spill blood.” Proverbs 1:10-16

Sometimes fairytales tell us
that villains are evil,
hideous and warped.
Witches,
evil men with maniacal
laughs, stepmothers.

An extortion to avoid evil
caricatures, showing
perhaps a root form,
but not the vowels,
embellishments
the accent marks.

In Hebrew, sometimes
a root is (almost)
undecipherable because
grammatical rules swarm
round it, a mask.

To say evil has a mask is
still to simplify. And in
simplification, more danger
like prophetic tales
from fathers
“my son…”

But my teacher says
you have to know the grammar
to find the root
you have to
know
the root to have
a stab at
the what changed.

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