Poem: Gospel of the Golem of Los Angeles
The students glisten with youth. Every one of them is beautiful.
The students glisten with youth. Every one of them is beautiful.
It’s time to talk about grief\nas if the mere mention could\ncrack the sky leaving the stars\nto break through shattering\nafternoon’s complacency.
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