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On the holiest day we fast till sundown.
I watch the sun stand still
as the horizon edges towards it. Four hours to go.
The rabbi’s mouth opens and closes and opens.
I think: fish
and little steaming…
Contributor:
Chana Bloch
Places:
Berkeley, United States of America
Date:
1981
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Open your mouth
To feed that flesh
Your teeth have bled
Tongue us out
Bone by bone
Do not allow
Man to be fed
By bread alone
“And He afflicted thee and suffered thee to hunger and fed thee with…
Contributor:
Samuel Menashe
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1973