Pentecost

Tongues of rage

Lick the heads of those gathered,

No longer together

In that one place.

You are not welcome here.

The spirit of your heart does not

Quake in time with ours.

And you wear the wrong clothes.

Go home.

 

I thought I saw your mouth open

As the drones came that day

When we crossed the desert,

When the salt of the sea cut your skin,

When the beat of the bullet sung

Dangerous love.

But your tongue did not match

The sound of mine. It’s

All wrong.

 

The wind cries out

In Your Kingdom.

Tearing at those you Marked Safe.

I do not know you.

Your blood is not the same.

You gave us your Salaam.  

But we do not want it.

Therefore we are very afraid.

No Amen.

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