Haman, of the delicious ear
Descended from Amalakites
A people we were asked to blot out
A task we failed to do
Which is okay as genocide
is not a business we should be in.
Haman
Not blotted out
Picks up his family business
Gallows in the courtyard
Oh what it’s like to be hated
wherever we go.
Haman
Whose name brings the noise
Scribbled on the bottom of our shoes
Stamped out by bravery and perseverance
Burning our tongues as it leaves our mouths
Haman
We turn your ear (not your hat)
into sweetness.
We devour it.
Not the legacy you intended.
Better than you deserve.