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Unheard Prayer in the Ancient Ruins

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Let me tell you
that the old gods
will not help us.

When we pray
by the wayside
they will not
listen to our tears.

For they are deaf,
stone deaf

like the ancient boulders
we walked between
this morning—
cold and unconcerned—
among the sweetness
of blooming honeysuckle.


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