Into the Valley of
Death
The salt tickles the
Nose
The sulfur gasses
the spirit
The smell of rich hookah
floats over the
Arab picnics
Across the way
Jordan glows hot red
as the Sun sets
And the tourists come
From across the whole
World to see
Mosada – The last
Stand of the Jews
And, to touch the oily
Stinging basin
Of Dead Water
Middle-eastern tears
Of all the mothers,
Arab and Jew,
Who buried their
Own sons
In this Valley of
Death, the beauty
of desolation
Shimmers a
broken Kaddish
Shivers a
Nuclear holocaust
for all the poor
Schmucks who had
the misfortune to
Come here and
Drink the kool-aid
1/5/12
The Dead Sea, Israel
