Fertile Crescent, I

Fertile Crescent The feeling of the sun, overshadowing My morality, my righteousness That sun over my left should, Threatening to tinge me if I pontificate platitudes that Fail to connect me to a Full stomach for my baby, Solid comfort during my elders’ aging And respite needs That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar, The way Abraham (*pause) to show faith O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore Heralding Beowulf’s heroics And maybe they had someone in some way connected