There’s this fathomless
that will not be decreased
even by time
and a hundred-thousand ceaseless therapies.
It is a part of us now – this haunting –
and we can only hope to make the most
of the least…
to make the best of the worst
thing that could possibly be.
At the very least
I see how we walk sturdy with knowing
we are the ones willing
to give up everything
to lose life, limb & children
just because were yidden.
And even if we weren’t consciously willing
to be the world’s archetypal victims
deep down in our souls
it seems we signed an agreement
intoned in bones
at the dawn of time
to be a human sacrifice
for a globe-full of guilt.
And perhaps it isn’t just a Christian
metaphor after all
that he ‘died for our sins’
that thin-as-bone Jewish man
That crucifixion is no fiction.
It is the black and white facts of Jewish history.
It is our mission hidden
in plain sight.
We will do it again and again
– as the world seems to demand –
offer ourselves up – death-defying
and doin’ just fine, thank you very much.
So bring on your hatred, you misled nations
your very best BDS B.S.
your sliest Hamas
your vilest lies and Isis don’t surprise us…
Hit us with your best shot
and we will hit it out the stadium
just like we always have…
The only difference is – we the home-team now.
Our dry bones
dance on home ground, holy ground
sewn with ashes
on our countenance
we are the risen
into Israel and her settlements,
yes, even into the world’s
A little acknowledgment
wouldn’t hurt us…
but then again
the world’s icy silence
is just extra credit
on the test we aced
We are here, willing and ready
to once again wrestle away the darkness.