Lot’s Wife

I am the pillar of salt,

The remains of one who turned too soon to mourn.

I was not proud of my emigration.

Forced to exile by my husband,

I had no pride there.

 

But I was not entranced by the lights of the city behind me,

But by the people

Who did not come with me—the people

Whose guilt I bear.

 

At least I have the hope that in my death

I will season the air before the destruction.

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