I
No, Mister Pharaoh
You can not keep the children
as security.
II
First the locusts, then
a darkness, so pitch dark, it
embarrassed the night.
III
Maybe the cattle
in exchange for freedom? No
conditions at all.
IV
It will happen at
midnight, Pharaoh is warned. God
invents Rosh Chodesh.
V
I’d paint anything
on my door if it meant I
could live through the night.
VI
Midnight came and the
firstborn went. There’ll be no time
to let the bread rise.
VII
Remember this day
with nothing leavened and put signs
on your hands and eyes.