Ricky palestine
your finger cut short
up there in New orleans
israel in your olive trees
bounce God bounce God
You granted us a passage and welcome
just acceptance
so the water and air might know our nature
as we cross into turning point
bayou temple of the gone
outsider to outsider
the vibrating geckos
the moist mornings
submitting to deathly afternoon heat
Ricky quench that
Permission to cross
as Israel slaughters you
how could you ever forgive us
with compassion in the eye
surface of the water too
We fools with so much fear in back packs
drinking in the propaganda
when the water here is pristine
you pray we might let go
greed with it's webs and nests
forming the world's indigestive stomach
The anxious cycles of guilt indignation
die on entry
Blessed forever through simple gesture
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