After Nehemiah 1:1-11
A
gate is broken, burned,
a
wall torn down, bricks
and
stones broken
in
humbled heaps.
The
city lies undefended
and
abused, a sty for pigs,
streets
for wild dogs choked
with
weeds. A city dying,
its
death must be mourned,
a
memorial to pride and
self-sufficiency
and power.
A
wind whistles through
abandoned
homes and shops,
deserted
palaces
with
no roofs, with no doors.
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