Mizpah - Christ Keivom

An uproar floods the streets. The gods

have been worshiped all day.

One stands with crossed legs playing a flute

as people herd around him for a dance.

The others prostate to a God whose name is a veil

over the face, revealing nothing.

All week, I have wanted to worship

in your arms, giving nothing in return

only asking for more.

It’s been 2000 years since God said:

“Yes I am coming soon”

My grandmother thought he would return

in her time and so did her mother.

I worry the world will end,

when we are absent from each other.

Above, in the acres of blue, the plane

carrying God is already crossing the sky.

And we are elsewhere, but never beyond prayer.

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Christ Keivom (he/him), is currently pursuing his master's in English Literature from Delhi University. His work has previously appeared in Novus Literary Arts Journal, Mulberry Literary, Monograph Mag, Write now lit, The Chakkar, Farside Review, Spotlong Review, Agapanthus Collective, Native Skin, and Blue Marble Review to name a few.