Trees of Holy Land
25 January 2024
Summon me
yesterday’s servants
now returned
war merchants
Glassy pupil fakes bleak tears
hypocrite’s arrears
Call with me
on yesterday’s boon
for brethren
gone too soon
The promise based on cross red
heathen blood to shed
Write with me
the will and the want
slanted curves
wrecking nerves
stories for our peers to haunt
lone on quaking knee
Bear with me
burden of anvil
beaten brow
horror show
repeating in opposites
cruelty of misfits
Stand with me
in time’s chronicles
while we sum
fate to come
fledglings harnessing the facts
bygone artefacts
Noah’s ark
built into the bark
treasures rise
for the wise
with the Goddess we demand
Trees of Holy Land
Reading of the poem:
Laura Wright - Jerusalem