Yuletide

Christmas spirit

It means nothing to a lonely Jew.

God took out spring away. Fertility,

rabbis interpolated in Friday nights; secret,

shamed bedroom rituals �" doubly fruitful!

This night, that martyr died, Golgotha

its imperious crest, toppled into storefronts,

my great-great-great-great grandmother

taken by Cossacks in the jollity Polish night.

In this tiny town I’ve found another Jew;

since he “impairs your ability to drive

a car or operate machinery” we’re conjoined

at this desk. Also, there’ll be no writing tonight.

Those haggard, beautiful Poles are loved!

- lest I forget, they’re family now. Suffer,

Rabbi Ginsberg told me in the 9^th grade,

Is what we of Melos do best �" all we can.

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