Another, more serious poem, siding with Lot's wife

Here's another post about my decades-old poetry, recently unearthed.

I can only remember writing two poems with Biblical subjects, and one -- re Job -- is hiding somewhere. But here is the other, untitled but basically siding with Lot's wife rather than Lot.

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When Lot’s wife

turned to salt from grief;

her posture proclaiming,

I will be a dry monument to tears,

her protest,

I give not my leaving to this, God;

Lot

stood

stunned

still

Lot looked up

The Lord rumbled faintly

Lot looked down

Salt crystals gathered at his feet

Lot

looked up

looked down

and proceeded on,

careful not

to look round.

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Next time, a poem with a truly serious theme -- murder.