Poems to wander by.

Lamentations

Lament oh daughter of Zion

for your kingdom comes

and His will has not be done.

Just walk down 5^th avenue

to see the sites and grab

a cup of coffee.

Breath in deep,

feel the welcome cough

creeping through your chest

and know the mighty

and how they have fallen.

When He comes

He'll expect the grand

tour of your city's soul

will you take Him

to into your heart and show

Him the jumbo-trons

you've posted on every

valve?

Or take Him into your

arteries? to the cars

and trams flying

underneath your skin?

Or are you concerned

that His diagnosis will

confirm the change

in diet, all of your prophets

have decreed?

Have Him walk down

5^th avenue, and view

the gluttony for Himself.

And then, oh daughter of Zion

lament.

Watching buildings burn

Watching buildings burn.

Watching babies cry.

Heart only crawls,

...up...up...

kicking your adam's apple,

clawing at your tongue

if it is your own.

Long ago, were

we still unable

to weep?

Before we needed

a thousand friends

a thousand friends

to reassure our worth?

to damn us if more convenient?

The old berate us for forgetting

family.

Fathers.

Mothers.

Brothers.

Sisters.

But how can we forget?

Something that never was...

Mourn. Mourn!

The tribe has gathered round

and we all walk the Appalachian

in order to find each our lonely peak

in the Rockies

were we dance

until we fall

and the leaves

cover our eyes.

The movies have taught us

that to give away the heart

is weak.

Two can never be one.

We must follow our nightmarish

anonymity to its end.

Only in that nightmare,

can we truly be happy.

Be strong and courageous.