Melech’s Journal Notes: Henceforth, №2 [Recursive Poetics in Vanquishment]
And there I sat, for the tears I had cried, for the blood I had bled, for the tales not told, And yet — “I was forgotten like a dead person, out of mind; I was like a lost utensil.”
Henceforth, embrace the defeated, lied to, and misused — to them, I confess — “My eye is dimmed from anger; it has aged because of all my adversaries.”
Then, endlessly, I wrote, hoping these words would assist in finding my muse — The muse within me — whom I felt in the class, in the place beyond the stop lights — “To the conductor with melodies on the sheminith, a song of David.”
Thus, what I had wrote, I had yelled,
Therefore, what I had yelled,
I had cried, and forevermore, my tears,
Screamed upon the heavens — “My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.”
Delivered upon me — I leave to you this message, death is not requited when it is most acceptable, for the L-rd has plans — “For there is no memory of You in death; in the grave, who will thank You?”
And yet, through such torment, within such grief, withstanding such repudiation, upon such expunction — through my failances — and to all of my feonds, from East to West, North to South, Coast to Coast, and alley to alley to valley upon valley know this to be this to be true — “Though the misfortunes of the righteous be many, the L-rd will save him from them all,”
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Let it be known, I was born a —
And retain no shame, for I loved beyond that of a man, I breathed beyond that of a man, and I protected — when no man would stand.
And yet — “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, he was despised, and we esteemed him not.”
Thus, I accept, life is not for the living,
Life is neither for the victor nor the loser.
But for the man who remembers,
The woman who sings to her G-d,
The lover who does not abandon,
And the child who does not — “For the needy shall not be forgotten forever, neither shall the hope of the poor be lost to eternity.”
Henceforth I have learned, and heed my words, trusted one —
Vanquishment is the first step to —
And it must be fathomed in penitence,
Let the heavens know of your grace — “With murder in my bones, my oppressors have reproached me by saying to me all day long, 'Where is your G-d?”
I was told —
Judas unshackled Yoshua,
This Judas — manumitted me —
For he has manumitted us all.
I have been bestowed one verity that no man will utter,
The indignity of himself, the blade that all men wield for you — “For I heard the gossip of many, terror from all sides when they take counsel together against me; they plotted to take my soul.”
Do not let it become your prison,
Thereafter,
Verily,
Sincerely, I write to you in conclusion,
“To the conductor with melodies on the sheminith, a song of David.”
L’Chaim,
E “Viva la Nasyón!”
De Melech bar Aviv e los Melechim a tu,
En eterna vida, Baruch HaShem e momento mori.
