The Watch On Venus
(Part Seven)
In the south, Iesu's foes
are remembering their old home
under the new bright sky; recalling
how it was
to weave and bake, back then,
before the pogrom.
They're building new homes. The
boundaries have
shifted a bit to the left here,
a bit to the right there,
and the graveyards are bigger,
but not much else has changed
from before the pogrom. Except
the sky.
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In the north, they're clicking
their heels and
greeting each other with a curt
"Iesu!".
I never knew him, of course,
but according to the journal,
he spent a long time with us
- and from what little I've
read, I doubt he would have approved
of these people.
Even so, they're the ones
who hold the reins, so it is
to them that I must give my song,
for the sake of all.
Time is short, and twenty million
people must somehow
be persuaded to forget their
differences, and work together
for a common goal. If they don't
learn to live together,
they'll most certainly die together.
As the first of the dignitaries
file in, a Guardian smiles
and I am warmed, encouraged.
I will sing well, for their sake.
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