Julia (or, 'Holy to the LORD' on the Bells of Horses)

Today a thousand years
 Of strained affection and prayer
 "Out beyond ideas of right & wrong is a field"
 Will I meet you there?
 Will I meet you there?
 The summer garden blooms
 With autumn soon replaced
 Another harvest moon—
 So many ways to lose
 So many faiths
 'Holy to the LORD' on the bells of horses
 Safely on the shore we sank like stones
 To the bottom of a made up ocean
 Standing on the lake shore, Julia
 Silent as a seashell, Julia
 Magnet of the elk park, Julia
 Laid down on the temple floor
 "Send a couple rats," said Julia
 I'd have done the same thing to you
 Coffee and a milk, now Julia
 Who do you think needs who more?
 In case your plan falls through
 To mispronounce my name
 (Static between me and that Salafi, Yusef)
 To curse You-Don't-Know-Who
 And bow before the same
 (So was the scene at al-Aqsa.)
 I'll meet you there
 (I have to admit I loved the cut of his pant legs!)
 I'll meet you there
 (Another lovely afternoon for Sūrat al-Kāfirūn)
 'Holy to the LORD' on the bells of horses
 Safely on the shore we sank like stones
 To the bottom of a made up ocean