Flaming Wings


Over
the tomb of the Rock.
Dawn breaks,
with sprinkled,
diamond shards,
of piercing light.
To see
that it is not
so necessary
to die
in bloody savage
clots of
burnt people.

Gaza.
The Knesset, this
American
satellite.

Torah and Koran,
locked within,
their clasps, drones
an incantation
beneath,
the billowing
canopies
of the guttural
bellows.

Inhale
the aroma, drink,
of flowery vines.