The title of this poem is written in Greek. I had to argue with my formidable staff members about it being in Greek because the person reading it might feel at a loss (we all know the saying "It's Greek to me!"). However, when I explain this word it changes into a revelation. Because the Greek word for Jerusalem means "The Holy City" and as you read this poem in my book The Fire of Prometheus, you will see, by the end of the poem, that the word is truly irreplaceable. I hope you will forever say "Yes, it is Greek to me!"