the trail to Jerusalm is lined with the bullet scarred trucks and cars of the war of freedom--left there in memory of those who died.
ODE TO NEW JERUSALEM
Grasped with prideful love-- your fiercely ardent hand--
Entwined my sturdy promise with your potent forward gaze--
Mourned with each inhalation rusty skeletons-- trail-blazed from old battles--
Resilient our wedded heartbeats savor the fragility of joy--
Behold Believers of Joy-- The Sacred bloody gates of golden Jerusalem.
V. Anderson-Throop 2013