Unholy Land 

Whether it is life itself that is garbled
or just the news that is, hell is settling in,

a dry white place where there is no need
to take sides, you can be on all sides at once,

now that the God of Gods, aloof, impassive,
acknowledges neither the cold nor dark,

neither ancient grudges nor new outrages,
but sits stone-faced on his tall throne

amid dead bodies and bombed-out buildings
and the continuous roar of unheard prayers.