Stabbed, with wounds as wide
as sentences awaiting to be read,
almost eternal gods on trial
for emotions never their own.
Darts flying all over boards
looking back and forth every arm
eying high towers of fake mahogany…
Dabbers have long dried out
from above every inch of tainted prayers,
sent images of cast gold
stolen always before sunrise,
pulled from behind lips
never finishing modeh ani…
To you meine liebe,
I will sing o tannenbaum in Yiddish
on David’s stolen harp.
Hail Miriam a.k.a. Mary,
the lord is with thee,
after he left your Joseph lost in awe,
and wandering disgrace…
THEORETICAL PHILOSOPHY 