Abraham

Like hosannahs over Yahweh
I hailed "Used Yamaha!”
And you said “yes yes!

Just whom do I pay?”
But I was only joking,
having two keyboards already -
three would be decadence.
Perhaps it was a test
my trying to make of you

some Abraham, to see what
or whom you'd slay for me.
I know it's not these things
you want to purchase
with passion's currency;
it's me, but unfortunately

I'm not for sale, and cannot be.
So chase no gleaming keys
kill no kings or only-sons
part no seas or speak in tongues.
Love is enough; its proof resounds
Leave that trembling boy unbound.

Julianza Shavin

Abraham