Dedicated to KMF.
They come from the Pulpits of Ignorance,
where crisp packets blow in the empty pews,
the word scattered on stony ground
to grow into dragons’ teeth.
They reap what they sow from empty hands,
watered with arid eyes and walk
with the heavy tread of the unconquered.
What do they hear, ear-budded and booted?
They hear the roar of victory,
for cheek will inherit the earth,
the eyeless will lead the blind from Gaza
to the Florida Disney World,
and their kingdom will be the desert of instant gratification,
and their king will be called Simba of the Everlasting Hair.