A Poor Jew

Left in a world of relatives,

I have a natural wonder.

Like a buoy, I try to continue

his absolute faith:

Surely my father lives in me;

Surely my son shall survive.

A POOR JEW

When he dreams, is he dreaming

of promised lands, reached

with dry shoes and a sack-full

of unused flat crackers,

just in time to be paid?

In such lands all ends well.

Or is he forgetting himself

in planning for the day after

the day he buys out of Hell?

Either way, he looks forward

to an inevitable fixing-up-

that settling of his mind and body

amid great welcome-

but at great expense.

And he goes about getting fixed

to afford it. Love is

alright, genes

are to be expected, also

toys, games, plans and fate

are worth looking into.

But with money in your pocket,

you are wise and you are

handsome and you sing well too.