by Levi Sweeney
The Courtyard I saw a man beyond the pale In the coldly lit dawn. He could have fought tooth and nail But made himself a pawn. I wonder, in regret What would have happened had I been bold. The Field I sat in gloom amid the dust Cursed the coins in my palm. I sold the man who was just A living, breathing Psalm. I quickly fled from my home. Now I dwell beneath the throne of ice. The Palace With great pomp I celebrated. Though why I do not know. I saw him and I prated. I heard a rooster crow. Here on the shores of Tarshish, I remember my glimpse of the truth.
Levi Sweeney is studying Business Administration at Western Governors University, and has a part-time job as a cashier at a fast-food restaurant. He lives with his parents and two sisters in Seattle, Washington.