Ready to Lose to Salah ad-Din II

I sat up in bed with my legs crossed
for too long, and when they started prickling
and feeling heavy, I felt like I could begin
to understand  Jesus’s suffering.

I drove to a largely empty Jerusalem.
Almost a thousand years ago, rows of soldiers
had lined up for battle, ready to lose to Salah ad-Din.
In three hours, Damascus Gate would be bustling.
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