Apr/May 2001  •   Poetry

Two Poems

by Oren Shafir

The Gravedigger's Song

Once, in a silk cocoon,
I dreamed the dream of light-winged flight
but when the soft cell tore, I fell

through the clouds,
away from the sky
to earth,

my only voice, the gravedigger's song,
atavistic rhythms of
cold steel against dirt,
sending prayers up

to the black sky
to the scattered stars
to the heavens
to God.


Though I Walk

Though I walk through shadowed trails,
I do not fear the shrouded vales.
Dawn spreads out her rosy fingers,
morning comes and softly lingers.
I look up and my heart takes flight
for even shadows are born of light.