City Poems: Jerusalem
Just and Old Superstition: not to Title anything first,
endearing the Turks, the Romans, the Germans
remarkable each in their Own Right:
unless you bind every wound,
someone will still be cleaning up Blood.
Anyone can talk in images,
Lest we put ourselves in Place,
everyone accepts or denies based upon
more than sketchy evidence. It must be!
Yet that damned Phoenix (it came of the Desert as well)
excepting No One: We nor Them nor Us…
see: there IS a difference.
Seemingly, War destroys Both sides: it was
true for Germany and
in this case true as well:
Less we Remember,
Less we Gain