Esau: by Lawrence Spiro
Grasped by the heel, I pull him out.
Pulling two flush me red.
I am powerful. He is not.
I am first in his stead
A strong man for today
For ever not his destiny
We play a game.
I do not care.
Loser first fame
wins tasty fair.
A simple man for today
For ever not his destiny
He tends the earth
She guides his way
He counts my worth
in hunt and play.
A gaming man for today
For ever not his destiny
He sticks him
to a binding will
willing me dim
from all too nil.
A forgiving man for today
For ever not his destiny
She bids him flee,
Seven times plus years,
he runs from me.
until my tears.
A moral man for today
For ever not his destiny
