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 and 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