Jerusalem, My Dear

Drills and bullets
Lights from a hill
Golden shivers in lairs,
Beneath stone,
Carpet soft,
Dome up above
Simple and aloft.
Jerusalem, my dear,
Subtle your not.
Let all those flowers
Live in you, rot.
Jerusalem, my dear,
Gates open up
Soft light of midnight
Above stone,
Carpet soft,
Murmurs and prayers

Dorian LaGuardia

June 2007