It’s a dangerous time of year
For a Jew, for a queer, for all of us outside this
Last night the light was sliced in two
And Mars perched atop the half faced moon.
I don’t know portends and prophecies.
I know the sharp pained air and the
Crunch of sudden snow turned sleet
And the double sirens, the din of dogs
Howling through the longest night.
A fast is the easy part,
The siege, the hard.
The beginning of the end
And the end of beginnings;
Two years breached a wall.
How do we mark diaspora?
Inscribe it on the doorposts
Bind it between our eyes,
Always in the peripheral
Forever on the sly.
Pretend to have a home that isn’t you.
Make that every moment.
Weep
Oh thou
Weep
eish zarah 