JERICHO

JERICHO

Let me project this for you
                                onto a screen

proof positive that
we never learn from the past
about our shadow

and there
         like Babel, like Jericho
it all falls down

the air
      you cannot breathe, the crops
you cannot eat

such a price to pay for
all our vulnerabilities, for
all the exaggerated postures
of our fears

for all the bricks and mortar and
wire that we need

the concrete shelters that
we build

     the all-seeing eye
focus nought to infinity that
                      we believe

the memory of ashes
       that we can never leave.