Bringing it all back home: a minstrel 12-bar blues portrait of Nehemiah

Conceptualised – some time ago.  Laid dormant – a couple years.  Brought it all back home: today.

The forgotten theatre of Nehemiah

1

Onstage a
sweaty cowboy
stumbles

2

as he goes out
at night
by the gate
of a valley
out past
the dragon well

3

& he looked
at the walls
& they were
broken down

4

& the gates
were consumed
by fire

5

& he revived
the stones
from the rubble

6

& with
one hand
he built

7

& the other
gripped his
pistol

8

& to the
audience
he sighed:

9

Remember me
for good.

10

So I said:
This too
shall pass
like time.

11

Where we
wander,
there we
weep,

12

I said
& walked
out.

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “Bringing it all back home: a minstrel 12-bar blues portrait of Nehemiah

  1. Love the narrative here, Jeremy – reads like a short film, or even a film clip to a song?

  2. peter j

    i ask ashley how the filmaker portrays the one hand
    building and the other hold the gun?
    other than that i like the cadence and the rhetorical domain the poem inhabits

  3. no cinema. only life and words

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