Jew
the word kicks back upon itself like the M4 cycled
Jew
The man who spoke like a Jew, ‘who are you to ask me what I’m doing here’
Jew
who drank black coffee and greeted the Shabbat like my father
Jew
who sang songs and wrestled with the sages like my brother
Jew
who sees truth and talks Torah like my mother
Jew
about whom G-D spoke 23 times, every letter plus one
Jew
for whom the Lord commanded that even breath itself must be a welcome
Jew
whose belonging was found by father
Abraham in Ḥaran
Jew
who drank deeply from the four cups and was drenched by the fifth
Jew
who the interior ministry passed over
Jew
whose chest was opened, organs splayed at the crossroads
Jew
whose tree was felled by an imitation in olive-green
Jew
whose name is our future, and whose songs are the wings of the Sh’khina
Jew
who is the gold of Jerusalem, who dances in the eyes of foxes
Jew
If the left hand cuts the right, the right does not pick up a knife to stab the left
Jew
For whom three oaths were made, and for whom three oaths are absolved
Jew
both ger and toshav
Jew
an American bullet
Jew
an American bullet
Jew
an American bullet
A Jew
A Jew
A Jew
