RUNAGATES: On Translation
He is the God that …letteth the runagates continue in scarceness.
~Psalm 68:6, Coverdale’s translation
Runagate is a wonderful word.
Rebel is a mere ho-hum.
Renegades just storm around
waving ther six-guns,
and rebels build barricades
in the streets and die pro patria.
But a runagate charges
at the closed openings,
batters against locks and bars
and when no entry can be found,
runs around searching
for a kitchen door ajar,
a window left unlatched,
a crack somewhere
in the defense, a careless ladder
leaning against a wall.
are not beloved by the gods of order
who do nothing to encourage them.
But scarceness never troubles
runagates, who can live on locusts
and wild honey, two fishes,
bread from stone.
The long dash is where I want a long space. WordPress won’t let me make one, even if I use Word. Go figure.
Jan. 21, 2015