Letter to the Lord
Lord quite innocent of what it is to live\nbound in paper, bound in steel,\nbound in the incredible ignorance supplied\nby irony and suffering — how are You?
Lord quite innocent of what it is to live\nbound in paper, bound in steel,\nbound in the incredible ignorance supplied\nby irony and suffering — how are You?
Yes, I hear talk\nas I walk the Old City\nfrom Jaffa Gate
We stood as she instructed around the stone of losses,\ndeclared what we had found\nand waited for other Jews to claim it.
I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing\nHelp her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun\nShe runs around in her little bluejeans
ten at a time we carried them\nby their legs\nto cages on the truck
Every time we mention the dead\nI feel their weight on the mattress\nindentations — never been flipped.




