The Choir


by Pavel Chichikov

I saw a lost one wandering:

'My guilt is broader than my back

Dense enough to break my bones

And yet I wear it for a pack'

Some are heavy, some are light

But all are strapped to make them tight,

Who can loosen them, remove

Impediments to simple love?

'I know One who can,' said he,

The blackbird in the mulberry –

'I know Him,' the catbird said,

'He is the flesh of simple bread

'Within the grape He is the blood

Which even we have understood –

We chanted cheer up while you ate,

He held for you that crushing weight'

(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may also visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.)

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