Passover

Hunger harpooned from the heavens,

Engulfed the breath of the firstborns and

Lapped the blood of Israel’s lambs from their

Absorbent wooden doorposts. (Remember, O Israel,

If you still received God in your tents

You would have no doorposts to paint, no bitter tears to weep,

No matzoh to hide in your houses
No crumbs to be swept away when the
Festivities have quelled the culling).