If you’ll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al. - Paul Simon

Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,
Appeals for love, or love's release, in private invocations But all that is changed now.
Gone like a memory from the day before the fires.
People hungry for the voice of God
Hear lunatics and liars. Wartime prayers. Wartime prayers
In every language spoken.
For every family scattered and broken.

He doesn't talk much anymore
Just to the voices in his head
The boy just gazed down at the floor
And nodded once or twice
At what she said

One and one half wandering Jews,
Free to wander wherever they choose,
Are travelling together in the Sangre de Christo,
The blood of Christ mountains of New Mexico,
On the last leg of a journey they started a long time ago,
The arc of a love affair,
Rainbows in the high desert air.