Two Poems

by Steven Sher (December 2019)

Statue in a Cemetery, Endre Balint, 1959

Day of Mourning
after the Kosher Market murders, Paris, January 2015

 

 

Although they were not citizens,

today they became citizens

 

when they were lowered into the earth

beside those who died in defense of the nation.

 

The bodies were flown here               

where many Jews come to die

 

and not enough come to live

though we are waiting

 

for all to come home—

where a Jew can also be killed

 

by a terrorist as in France,

But here he can wear a kippah

 

and walk the streets without fear.

Here he can live as a Jew.

 

 

 

Calling Out a Fellow Poet Who Brought a
Blood Libel Charge Against the Jews

 

“In our matzos is the blood of Palestinian youths” —Yitzhak Laor

 

 

He mixes blood like leavening into the dough of hate,

adds a dash of doubt, a pinch of scorn,

and so it rises till it’s beaten down.

 

He splashes blood against our doorposts and our lintels,

paints the targets for the enemies

who wait outside our gates.

 

He would smash us on the rocks of history

then watch life drain into the sand,

inviting every scavenger to feast upon our flesh.

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