Her Widow's Garments Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Utensils of pure gold!
The bull's flesh,
Food by weight,
The blessing of giving,
People can laugh now but, time will tell.

The dwelling place of the jackals,
By many waters,
Great joy and consolation;
Water by measure,
Her widow's garments.

The ashes of the red heifer,
Let the archer bend his bow!
For, a dream that has come true will never pass away;
Lawmakers! !
But, she's now dressed in her widow's garments.