Blood on the Doorposts

Listening for messages

From angels and autocrats

Offering mysterious futures,

Random threats,

And freakish opportunities,

Slaughtering lambs and

Smearing their blood on the doorposts

(Disgusting),

Listening to pundits and prophets while

Hiding our true selves,

Preparing to run just in case,

Grabbing the dog and the family photos.

A lintel dripping with blood

Documents terror and intimidation 

And offers only metaphorical salvation.  

The plagues are real and

This time they’re directed at us.

So what are we going to do?

Go through the red viscous portal

And then what?

It might not be too late

But even if it is

There’s always the Sea of Reeds

And whatever’s on the other side