[From Station VIII of Tributes for Kings: The Stations of the Cross by Kevin Rolly]
If there are tears
let them fall for you
The clouds of my eyes part
to see what you cannot
Oh there will be a time
when you wished that
wombs were barren trees
The world is tearing in two
because of me
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
You will become a garden of flame
Winter…winter…
and the fleeing of bare feet on jagged stone
crash upon you
the mountains
weeping to the sea
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