Friday, September 4, 2020


like any other religious body
swaying to a wind's rhythm,
hints at a cancer from God.
A jubilee we'll have
across the stones
of our divide.
How else to make sense
of the permanent nature
of hatred?
How else to dance
on the graves
of sullen Jews
going to market?

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2020

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