SONNET #9: The Kike Who Liked Me
collidoscopic shards we screamed Fire!
the looping flash of outraged glass they say collage is dead
Mike was five, then never five again such despair
The Strangler's loose! Jesus sobs we had no phone
the mezuzah's angle the old "kike" came and wept
Jackson Pollock Jesus crucified to a queen-sized bed Ham
Michael was never five again
flailing are there museums for such living ghosts?
out back, wild poppies the old "kike" wept and stroked my hair
after, the pall a chance to live, had you died mother mezuzah
Mike robs banks artichoke, I Adonai eloheinu
what must he have seen such old "kike" despair
every mirror a new dialectic you can't coax oblivion
they took her away they took us away the old man stroked my hair
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