To Hierosalem
Their shields are shattered and their swords are broken:
“The city’s gates and every door are open!”
The sky – full of dust, and the sighs
of the dying and the dead. Like the tide
we were upon them when the wall fell;
we had no pity nor shame.
Now our foes lie around us like leaking wineskins –
Red we are to our knees, and black. This is war,
and …