Just as they camp, so shall they travel, each man in his place, by their divisions.
I don’t like to use cliché in poems.
I figure, if it’s already been said, then
why should I be saying it?
(That first stanza counts as a
poetry workshop, and I’d be happy
to sign anything to get you the
credit you deserve.)
So, when I tell you we’ve been
given our marching orders
it’s because that literally
is what’s happening. By the way
I don’t like to use the word
literally in a poem, or ever, really
as it’s almost never used the way
it should be used.
If there’s a committee I can join
to decide what words survive
the great linguistic culling
count me out as I don’t have the time
but, please, for me, and all
seekers of truth, spend a lot of time
considering literally. Anyhoo
back to the marching orders. Everyone
who’s anyone (except for the women
and the Levites of course) gets told
where to go. We’re going to sleep and
march in these exact positions.
I mean relative locations to each other
as the actual physical positions
of our bodies will adjust depending
on whether we’re sleeping or marching.
That’s just science, or biology, or physics –
I’m not sure because it doesn’t
cover that clarification in the text, and
Rashi, who lived a long time ago
doesn’t mention it, and he had
something to say about everything!
So, determine who you are –
(Zebulon, Naphtali, Gad, etc…)
And assume your positions – Standing
or lying down. Your choice (for now).
There’s going to be forty years of this…
literally.