of a huge bowl at the center
of the amphitheatrical city
encircled by gray mountains
so everyone no matter how far away
can hear the planes landing and leaving
especially at night when you wake up
inside the churning factory of darkness
hearing that deep roar in the distance
as if some great battle was underway
but still far enough and cold
you can safely turn in your sleep
and after a while you stop listening
no matter how loud or invasive
you live in that drone and dream
of the peace of Bethlehem long gone
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