JERUSALEM
if this is Jerudalem
why do the stones not speak
the very walls sing hossanas?
why does God who owns
both symbolic rights and
ultimate reals estate
command his worshippers
to share, unite,
not flow into that darkness
of which there are no words,
solely mystery
as one continual, endless stream
whose only form and shape
and sense
is blood?
FROM A GLOBAL PERSPECTIVE
(MORE LIKE HOME)
the Earth is
our planet
it is
a sphere
here, I fear,
there is a
disconnect
something is not
correct, far
from right
should have been
an oblong, a T-
square;
a triangle, a prism,
a duodecahedron
would
have suited us better
better fit
for the way we think
felt infinitely
more like home
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