Missing Star and Cradle
Weird Christmas Eve 46 times past
With no holly, blinking red or green lights,
No 'holy' decorations, only the gaudy glare
Of cold Jerusalem's neon theater sign;
We watched Catch 22 with our kibbutz bunch
After being frisked for bombs at the entrance.
Years explode by while politicians yet pitch
Uncradled in the maze of their doctrinal hype;
The sacred cave's still dark and unstable,
For more unwise men, so starless, misrule.
First pub. in Danse Macabre
and in poetry collection,
Psalms, Yawps, and Howls