After Psalm 137

We’re still in Babylon but

We do not weep

Why should we weep?

We have forgotten

How to weep

We’ve sold our harps

And bought ourselves machines

That do our singing for us

And who remembers now

The songs we sang in Zion?

We have got used to exile

We hardly notice

Our captivity

For some of us

There are such comforts here

Such luxuries

Even a guard

To keep the beggars

From annoying us

Jerusalem

We have forgotten you.

~Anne Porter