the wailing
'there is something that doesn't
like a wall' --robert frost
the wailing wall
is packed with people
there is a waiting list
sacred stones soaking up
rivers of tears each one
flowing without cease
a line is drawn then broken
and in another place walls
have been bulldozed and
there is no place left
to spread their crying so
bottled up angers build up
steam until they blow wide
out lashing out with
resentments their agonies
a line is crossed again and again
lay hands upon contemporary
lamentations for the world
and all the people in it we just
have to learn to bring along
the rest of ourselves our feet our
hands and heavied hearts
a line is dotted and disappearing
walls lined with sacred stones to be
carried away one at a time
