The View From a Café in Ethiopia By Daniel Luttrull Hailemichael, newly blind, Heads down the street without his cane. His youngest daughter jogs behind And tugs him back from the roadside drain. They turn, as though to look at you, When a shouting merchant passes through. He carries posters and blocks our view With Guido Reni’s Michael. The angel in this old icon Trods Satan with a careless stare. His victory is quickly won, He has an easy, dapper air. It’s not for me. My Michael’s hair Would wear stipples of blood. His bare Legs shaking in the dying glare Of the devil’s deathly gaze. The merchant wanders off. We see The sightless walker once again. His face is turned toward you and me. His daughter takes him by the hand. And a new icon appears in this Old man named Power of Michael: The angel ranged against hubris Not in triumph nor in struggle, But in dependence on the grace Of a daughter in a shadowed space. Source: americamagazine
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