under the wailing wall
we lie in wait
for western warriors waving wands
under the moon’s eyes we see the light
we watch the programs and see a vapid society
we read the rare pages and we see the freedom of possibility
unrealized except among a few choice clusters
there are the others
who is to say they are not also doing something to keep back the violent
where are we in this strange land of 2014
where everything is on edge
and all the thoughts are in play?
(if not all the actions)
where is the moon; it has vanished
where is the earth; we find only vagueness
where is the .