Paul Fiction by Calin-Andrei Mihailescu

Paul Fiction

he was mumbling his way home

on the jagged way to Damascus

when-when eloquent Elohim

pinned Libidon't! on his heart

but Saul couldn't see the sign

but could only hurl Jesus on high

but to see it and to bleed and tell

but Paul what meant

that scratched soundtrack

which in the deafening

sandstorms seemed to mumble

all roads to Damascus lead to Rome