Words in Amsterdam
With this land, far and
Away from Zen, a place
Of smoke and mirrors
With houses that stand
No, lean; front to back
Side to side; five, six
Seven stories high
Another city centre tram
The praying mantis is
Judaism’s crossed brethren
This hall of talk and jitters
Where tales of remand
Mean leave some slack
Take a ride; jive, fix tricks
Heaven’s door is nearby