I
Stay pure, priests. No dead
people. And for the High Priest
we’ll need a virgin.
II
It feels like the guy
with mismatched limbs gets a tough
break in this story.
III
Rejoice animals!
You will not be castrated!
No ugly ones though.
IV
and for the rest of
us, there are holy days to
observe and to count
V
We still atone but
how do we offer a fire
to the One above?
VI
After the heavy
we go into booths. The air
and sky shelter us.
VII
Twelve showbreads on the
Shabbat table. I hope the
judges pick the best.