Out of the Fire
He sniggers tosses a baby
like a discarded doll in the air
His pistol fires into the target
repeatedly
We chant Next year
in Jerusalem Next year
over and over Freedom
from bondage We choose
life
She swings the baton
like a baseball bat
The other woman slumps
lifeless
A new moon smiles
to greet the new year
The shofar blares its ebulition
still
They slam the chamber door
We hover in our nakedness
Never forgive Never forget
Never again A shower spews
death
Light ignites fire
the Voice never ravaged
We kindle eight candles
Victory
Ryfkah 3/1/06
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