The sacred portico
Recedes
As it welcomes strangers
Secular
In its defense
From an uninvited
Priesthood
A vertical stepped
Embankment of mothers
Invests the city
Of death
To starve it
Of its seed
So again the gate
And its daily flow
Will breathe a sigh
Of borders
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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