Night Light Bright

Genevieve Cora Fraser

12/20/03

Bruised flesh, battered minds

Cast in the glow of an exile’s campfire

The rubble existence of the freshly homeless

Made Bedouin cast to the night

Bulldozed fright in a child’s eyes

Pleading to go home

A campfire journey

Lost in thought a man sits

Beyond indignation

Past resignation

Incensed

Across the fence

A messianic fervor entitled

Beats the drum for a triumphal

Entry to the land promised

Not by G-d but by Zionist

Messenger

Tribal camps dot the landscape

Await the verdict of the world

The first shall be

Last shall be lost

In the outcome steeped in shame

What gains the world if lost the soul?

The word was made flesh

And dwelt among the rubble

In Palestine the angels came

And dwelt within the ghosted

Olive orchards

(Zionist word

Un-sacred

Is voiced in lies)

A child was born and dwelt among them

By the campfire exiled

Under the night sky’s canopy

A shining star guided the way

Home to Palestine shrunken

Shrinking, a speck of its former self

Yet living

He dwelt among them in their darkest hour

Pin-pricked with stars

He knew them as His own

In the barnyard beginning of belief

He dwelt in Peace

Sharon is shrunken

Is shrinking

His triumphal entry

Melting into the mist

Of wishful thinking

Palestine

Is beyond his grasp

A glowing ember

To light the world