The first stone, as soldiers load
heavily weighted weapons
to defend their promised land.
Wailing Wall, Dome of the Rock,
Church of the Holy Sepulchre,
is nothing sacred?
A salvo of syllables,
and the prayer-settlements
launch rocket-boulders from borrowed ground.
You can dress it up,
in skull caps, chequered headscarves
or the president’s new clothes,
it was always about an out-of-favour tribe
wrong side of the barb-wire-words, denied a home.