Sent from my iPhoneI Talk To My Hebrew God by Neeli Cherkovski
For Alan Kaufman
I talk to my Hebrew God
Everyday now,
I tell him how sick it is
To see anti Semitism
On the rise in Europe
He says I must write
My poems
About butterflies and
Tulips, he tells me
I do good with pine trees
And my dog
On a
Leash at the beach –
He asks me to
Forge it, so a few
People are killed
He says he has
A universe to run
And it’s not easy
You never know
When a galaxy is
In trouble
I felt bad, I still feel
Bad, the world
Never learns its
Lesson, bad ass people
Step out of the
Shadows an murder
Thousands of work-a-day
People, all ages, all sizes
One woman in France
Was 85, Holocaust
Survivor, slain to pay
For the sins of the Jews
2018 a civilized year
She is called me? No
She is many, she is endless
Damn.
May 2, 2018 at 5:24 am
Fine poem and very pertinent.