Hell High

Because the earthen flask
Sought to be anything other
Than for which it was made,
Bowing even to another potter,
It will be thrown upon the floor
And into many pieces dashed,
To be whole again never more.
Beat your drums all you wish
I can still hear the children cry.
Your broken shards I will dump
and bury them all to hell high.

Jeremiah 19

by J Alan R
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