Climbing Holy Mountains
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1 min readMay 31, 2019
There is a ban on climbing holy mountains
fences ring it round in orange plastic
with little signs declaiming, in official
prayers, the history of a place;
sacrifices are not made for innocence,
nor graveyards dug up for the dead —
memorials are for the living.
And wedding bells chime on foggy mornings,
while limber nuptials are pronounced,
these promises we make before God and mothers,
and lines of cousins never better known,
with cakes leaning like Pisa towers metaphoric,
such that in these binding mysteries,
we could not hate another version of Electric Slide
quite so much we dare not hide.
