Pharaoh,
Lone
survivor,
His
multitudes of men,
Chariots
and horses
All
drowned,
Sits
alone
On
his gold, jeweled throne
The
morning following
His
defeat, robe and hair
Still
damp with saltwater.
“Where
is everyone?”
The
chamber is deathly still.
“Where
is Moses?”
The
walls remain silent.
“My
slaves. What’s
Happened
to my slaves?”
The
crickets in the corner
Do
not answer.
“Where
is Moses’ God?
Tell
him to show his face.”
The
invisible God
Does
not respond.
“Wasn’t
ten plagues enough?”
No
answer.
“Am
I to be alone till I die?”
Silence…
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