The Wailing Wall - June 2013

A morning of bullets at the Kotel 10 to be exact. The wall is high and white I felt the urge to reach the top and peek over to see what is on the other side or look up and notice the forgotten sky in all its glory gently looking down watching the human folk kissing the limestone attaching burden and hope into every crevice reaffirming ancient rites rituals religion ridiculous Fear. 2 words determined a man's death Dead. Shot through and through a distorted thought perceived in passing by another man's discomfort in an instant, red ties fall away the daily folk hit the deck and scuttle away to find another spot to sell their truth the heart is strong and the Kotel keeps pumping I imagine workers coming in at designated hours to sweep the fallen dreams away. On this day 2 men are lost