Dear Paul the Apostle, a cliché now,
Paul, a man whose word is god whose word
is law whose word is to be felt
like a ruler coming down on the palm
and you have driven so many wedges
there are so many fissures
where your word that is law
has been driven; you are twixt
and ’tween, Paul, all that was once
not sundered

Dawn Tefft | Mudlark No. 29
Contents | Dear James Baldwin