It was a highly orchestrated,
carefully determined day and time,
and after the tirade in the temple
moved the money changers to Wall Street,
and after the Tower of Babel fell, and the
cacophy of voices rang out from the
Upper East side, this was certainly the
perfect place, the only place for his wedding.
He stares into the sky, a hesitant
bridegroom awaiting his bride. Does she
come on the wings of a dove or by plane?
No, by now the skies are empty of
all but smoke and shiny confetti