Warm water

‘…to Apphia our sister…’

(A prisoner,
On the basis of love)

I hang heavy weights on the thinnest wires
Not forced,

No longer a slave, better
To consider me a partner,

I own your very self,
And one thing more: Prepare

A guest room for me,
And my fellow prisoner – Aristarchus who

Implores I be what I am, and
Suddenly a man is leaking dust before me and,

I am no evangelist;

But even in the smallest book in the Bible,
Men are settling war with warm water.

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