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Café Apropos With the logic Of passion spent, attention turns to detailed analyses of burned buses Sibling ancestors watching in horror, cringe and gesture at election results Charlatans sweat; flush with the carnality of placing blame Come now, carefully, through the eye of the needle into Jerusalem, become drunk on mothers' milk, see innocence exploded in the marketplace. Peak out behind the bunker wall of Diaspora. Talk into the night, Hide. Somewhere, behind orange trees on a dark city street littered with blood and the broken bones of promises someone is sewing a white flag |
Additional Notes:
A version of this poem has been published in Ariga magazine, 1998
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