First Edition: Poetry
by lenore weiss
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Goat
Starched white suit, he wears
an olive oil can crown on his head,
carries challah as a scepter,
a scepter
mixes seeds blown from a thistle
rubbed on the honey sac of a bee
that leans toward Jerusalem,
Jerusalem
where pebbles rotate in a circle,
strained rusted keys buried
in a mound,
a mound of salt
near a West Bank settlement,
a pail with yogurt from milk
of a black goat,
a goat’s
milk measured in a silver thimble
mixed in a cup with a broken rim
painted with a yellow asphodel,
asphodel
of memory dipped in straw
beneath a twist of barbed wire
recorded in the crease of an eye,
watching
inside the vessel of shimmering heat,
an Angel of Death rises from the desert
where slaughter goes on and on
and on.
Lenore Weiss lives in Oakland and has a master’s in creative writing from San Francisco State University. Her work has been widely published in journals, including the Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion and Bridges: A Jewish Feminist Journal. Collections include “Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail” (2011) from Finishing Line Press and “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications. She blogs for the Jewish Book Council and is a contributing editor to radiuslit.org.
Her full collection, “Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island,” was published this year (2012) by West End Press and can be found at http://www.westendpress.org/store/book/cutting-down-the-last-tree-on-easter-island/
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09/06/2012 at 03:45 PM
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