Outside Rachel's Tomb // Ella Beyreis

Outside Rachel’s Tomb
Ella Beyreis

A dried up gas station
Where trucks fresh from the border
Were once baptized
With overpriced diesel.

In this temple, broken bottles line the pews
And cigarettes are the hymnals.
Every beat blaring from a passing car radio
An incantation.

The spray paint sermons slathered on the wall proclaim
The words of the faithful
In vivid colors.