Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Jerusalem Lost
Holy City, golden dawn Messiah_
ancient flax, bloodstained marvel,
fabled pogroms, gone as forgotten
rotten figs.
Holy City, the melancholy of caftan_
desecrated scrolls tucked away in
a Rabbi's skullcap.
Herod's ghost looms_
and, baby Jesus star-strewn across time,
confounded camel spits out proverbs
in mercy.
Hallow, the causeway of hatred to one
refulgent breed, diaspora shepherds,
the myth of Bethlehem.
The harlot of Rahab spared the rod of Joshua...
seven ram trumpets blew the gates off
Jericho's Kingdom, while earth spins
her mythical yarn.
Far beyond the thousandth millennium of
Moses' Yahrzeit, man will question scribes,
the proof shall burden man into endless
wars and endless lives shall be relinquished
for a Ghost.
The prophets shall ask for repentance
for vengeance to those who maim
the Deliverer of Eternal Life.
- John Hardesty
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