Jerusalem of the Earth / Andrew Mandell

god she was
And bleeding
they made her talk
she spilled it all
Into me
i loved her then

If I am not for myself, who will be for me?

feral revolt in her mammal eyes
blue green resolve tiding in
arching up and back

skin covered cage
across the breach
transmission encrypted

her justice
her sex
her mercy

truth is a snake hip language
bound in modesty to dance across
primate tongues
salt cleansed of certainties
but still file to the chains

come loose and speak

If I am for myself only, what am I?

There is no faith here
Only a need to go to Jerusalem
and die with her
Or maybe to slip through the lines
Just before the tightening
Leave the last word
Survive
Grow things in dirt and belly

If not now,
when?

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