Yakov
"O bearer of greatness, wrestler of wild beasts, erector of desert monuments. You stretched your hand out to the Almighty."
Yes. I laugh at the shrivelled love in my hand. I used to be the failure of this tribe, the snivelling trickster. But I looked Him in the face. And I spat on him and then rent his shoulderblades in two. You know of me through deceit and love. I am the Hell's Angel, indeed. I am Israel.
But I am older now. There are complications. This doesn't seem to be going as planned. I tried to teach them rules but they just wouldn't listen. I think someone is supposed to say that later, but I can't remember who now. They will not take the lines I feed them about our women. Everyone is too headstrong. I say you are all going the wrong way and have ridiculous notions.
Every year or so, my scar bleeds a little bit. I tell no one of it. It is only put there so that I remember.
I have many secrets. I tell them to rocks and snakes. I dream visions of the gods of my grandfather and (secretly) my father. I run with the serpents in my dreams. I am in a land where they heal with serpents.
Who defends me to my children? There are no angels to fight for me. They are worse than when I was their age.
They will live in the land of the colonizers. They will eat the bread of corruption and colonize themselves, raping their own women.
It's dark. The light is coming to take me away. My people are dumbed and in darkness. This tribe will die soon.
My tribe will die, because it will be consumed by war. It has been our only way.
I feel feathers, touching my face, lightly. I will die in a strange land. Help this not to be.
Help them make great nations.
My God, my God, you spoke to me, and I challenged you, because you know they are doomed.
And the angel of the Almighty came, and told them to go to the land that no one knew or understood anymore, to be buried in the unfamiliar place.
Yes. I laugh at the shrivelled love in my hand. I used to be the failure of this tribe, the snivelling trickster. But I looked Him in the face. And I spat on him and then rent his shoulderblades in two. You know of me through deceit and love. I am the Hell's Angel, indeed. I am Israel.
But I am older now. There are complications. This doesn't seem to be going as planned. I tried to teach them rules but they just wouldn't listen. I think someone is supposed to say that later, but I can't remember who now. They will not take the lines I feed them about our women. Everyone is too headstrong. I say you are all going the wrong way and have ridiculous notions.
Every year or so, my scar bleeds a little bit. I tell no one of it. It is only put there so that I remember.
I have many secrets. I tell them to rocks and snakes. I dream visions of the gods of my grandfather and (secretly) my father. I run with the serpents in my dreams. I am in a land where they heal with serpents.
Who defends me to my children? There are no angels to fight for me. They are worse than when I was their age.
They will live in the land of the colonizers. They will eat the bread of corruption and colonize themselves, raping their own women.
It's dark. The light is coming to take me away. My people are dumbed and in darkness. This tribe will die soon.
My tribe will die, because it will be consumed by war. It has been our only way.
I feel feathers, touching my face, lightly. I will die in a strange land. Help this not to be.
Help them make great nations.
My God, my God, you spoke to me, and I challenged you, because you know they are doomed.
And the angel of the Almighty came, and told them to go to the land that no one knew or understood anymore, to be buried in the unfamiliar place.
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