Jerusalem Poems that Already Are:
A political poem! that snarkily observes the rather un-Ironic
Irony of an Oppressed People Oppressing People.
A devotional poem!
that undulates and ululates
how Holy thy Stones
and Widows
and thy Condom Wrappers.
A war poem!
A love poem!
An I love war poem!
An I wore love and it burned through my skin poem!
And my mouth is empty but for
a tongue that wriggles
like vertigo.
And my pen sticks
then I push until it tears through the fevered paper of
my femur
and through the earth.
The lustful and the lackluster.
And here I would insert a stanza
about angels.