She Needed the Voice of God

Zipporah with a zippo
trying forever to spark
the dried brush of a man.
An Egyptian man,
the kind with connections.
How can her meager mounds compare
with the pyramids?
Her eye lashes match
the great palms of the Nile?
Her floods aren’t as deep and her hands are more sand than wine.
But she wants him to drink from her,
to know a shepard’s daughter
can hold the Pharoah’s son.


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