A SONG FOR THE PASSOVER
For the Swedes and
the Brooklynites
i was brought out
of egypt i came out
of egypt i was brought
out of egypt i came out
of egypt i went to rome,
mainz, flatbush, New York
I CAME OUT OF EGYPT. i went to babylon i came out of egypt
& in egypt i
remember my slavery & how
jewels from Susan's navel
is seduction
for your fingers
& eyes/
it is good
enough for a child
but not for a woman
or man. O Yahweh
the highest God, Creator
of all, i have never worshipped
the sun or the moon or believed
that all gods had been men &
i have thought Pallas Athena
a true pig eater/ not Esther
the highest star! O Yahweh
I have hated & despised
the criminal pantheon of
American crackpot idolatry!
O Yahweh
my disturbing moments
have been many/
when i wanted
to be called deliverer
they called me mule-dog
i was pious
& their blasphemy shocked me!
O Yahweh, i can be prepared
to skid on bloody wet flesh
of martyred Canaanite Jews
to sing thy name! I have glutted
on & i am fed up with unholy
pagan bullshit/ I want a brief
glimpse of King David
caressing the little
Shulamite's flanks. Thanks!
O Yahweh, I do a jig for thee!
O I do a jig for thee!
I was brought out of egypt
for I came out of egypt
/out of the desert ye
brought me with a mighty arm!