you ain't no moses

you ain't no moses,
the old woman
says
as I tell her my story.
you ain't got no
reason
to wander around for forty
years, let
alone forty days, or
forty minutes in no
god dammed desert.
pick yourself up boy.
and get out of here.
git boy, git.
the lord takes no pity
on the weak, when they
should be strong, when
they are strong.
look at you and all you
got.
inside and out.
what's done is done,
thank your lucky stars
she's gone.
now get out of here
and have some fun.
the promised land is
right here, no need to
look any longer
or dwell on what's
been done.