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while the streets are still with empty morning The bed beckons, sheets lay devastated across the wise mattress ipe with memories and I Shut the shutters that left the cool smell of wet stone in this night from thunder like an air raid over the city that brought in the rain and the war between us 
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God left Chicago Jerusalem sweeps over my body like an old lover and tells me Israel can wait Jesus has come and gone I've just missed him The revolution is over and I must begin again this time alone The veil is lifted and Yemen whispers in my ear I hear names of daughters and plagues far reaching but I will remember none of it ***
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