In the Land of Milk and Honey

The harbor is a blaze of silver waves is

the North and East rivers, God is

the words in the Book of  Job,

litanies of roses, a crimson solstice moon,

my skin is skin in the game, too,

Lorca’s shadow still is standing

on Wall Street before the Stock Exchange,

a child, a baby child, is alone, is terrified,

in the land of milk and honey,

in a land of holy nooses, evil is being

breathed this March night bodies are being

tossed in burial pits.