Wednesday, November 03, 2004

We Lay Down and Wept

The America of my childhood is gone
A death, after a long, cruel wasting disease.

I am older today
Than yesterday

And I will not be in Jersusalem next year
or the next

I am like the woman wailing
for a lost love called my demon lover
and who I know in my memory
as Tamuz, Dumuzi,

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