I Am a Temple

I am a temple.

He stands before me.

He turns over

my money tables.

I am a temple.

He lays hold

of my salesman.

He smashes their

cages of doves,

blemished.

I am a temple.

He tears the curtain

of my holy of holies.

I am a temple.

He cleans out

the bazaar

I have made

of myself.

Photograph: Remnants of the First Century Stairs of Ascent to the entrance of the temple