Residing

I

clod of radish

          — must all freedom be pain?

                    each drop still represents blood

                                    and you would not be saved

                        if you do not feel the grasp of a strong hand

          somewhere between locusts and darkness

Remember:

        you were trampled like vegetation

                            your breasts were naked

                  until you learned to cry out

                                  Discuss all night

                              but that will not suffice—

                                        before the conclusion, open wide the door

                                            and shout curses at the unbelievers

II

I carry the matzah over a threshold

                        and although the distance is merely from the pantry through the kitchen

               it is my passage

      and a crowd where none are strangers looks up in pleasure

                   at the yet untasted Earth’s bread

                            their portion, their inheritance

               sitting at the simply arranged table

    our praises are lavish

                     every letter of the alphabet

             the Jerusalem we enter

                       will remain what it has always been

                             and completely renewed for years that come

Andy Oram
April 20, 2019

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