The sacred is everywhere and so it is nowhere.
Cameras click, guns are silent.

What can be sacred when surrounded
by everyone else's sacrifices and
the vendors are busy selling crucifix next to kippot.

Good deals on both.

On the steps of Damascus Gate
a young man carries a machine gun over his jogging suit
and an old man sells tea off his back.

So what?

Muslim prayers echo
over the Second Station of the Cross.
Armed men watch a single veiled woman walk by just
before a cross is paraded along the Via Delorosa.

No one cries.