Gaza And Jerusalem: A Triptych
i.
The world minds
for awhile, is
dismayed, (dismay
a momentary stay
against
the world’s
minds mining
the words they
make from
that which is
at stake
for us, oh Lord,
says a friend on
the other side
of the
ii.
line): the world
loves
what it knows,
it glows
in droves
of pharmacies,
balms lined
against walls,
platitudes to no
end, you see
–you surely
see, Lord, into
the mystery
of this so-
called calm
we bend.
iii.
You are
a hand
through thin
air, Lord, our
One and Only
repository,
sandwiched
between sweaty
nationalisms:
are we to take this
are we to take
this as progress?
Worlds
reassemble
in our minds, these
sides of the line.
Tell us where
and we’ll put
them there.