Wailing Wall
The holy city breathed
And on and on as the night drew in
I pushed through crowds
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With the tears of the blind
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land
Through seas of prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled...
Waiting...
