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
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