These poems look at Lot, his choices
and his family from the perspective of
his youngest daughter, Sughar.
Last Ladies of the Plain
I Because of Abraham....
II "...he lifted up his eyes"
III The cities of the plain
IV Don't look back
IV Don't Look Back
If an angel one day speaks
direst warnings of disaster
and you sense dread drifting down on you,
set your vision on the peaks
and accelerate the faster
don't look back, salt statues stand in view.
Think not on houses of your friends
nor the homeplace from your childhood,
it's too late for people, places, things;
those prewarned to flee its ends
can't evangelize for sainthood
don't look back, no Mercy in the wings.
Scoundrels scrambling clutch at life,
sounding footsteps drawing closer
adrenoterror bitter on the tongue,
anxious not for child or wife,
if too slow damnation's loser,
don't look back to parley for their young.
The madness of stampeding bulls,
a child at play, compared the crush
that day, cities of the plain took fire,
sulfur's stench on well fleshed fools,
from falling brimstone's panicked rush,
don't look back, yet feel Gomorrah's pyre.
Women of the Word
Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm