My Expensive Tastes: An Origin Story — A poem for Parsha Terumah (Aliyah 3)

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And you shall make a menorah of pure gold.

Exodus 25:31

When the first thing we were asked to make
required us to use solid gold, gold taken

from our former captors, it explained all
my expensive tastes.

My solid gold house
My fat wallet

My trees, bedazzled with
jewel-encrusted fruit.

The groceries we order from
the solid gold market out of principle.

If our artichokes don’t cost double
that of the un-Godly artichokes

they’re not worth putting in our mouths.
Our floor tiles – made out of hundies.

My office chair – live sheep.
We put in an ocean as a wading pool.

The salt-water feature was extra but
I don’t have to tell you it was worth it.

One button and it parts, just so we
don’t have to watch the movie.

I could go on, but I don’t think they’re
paying me enough.

Not a thought given to where the
gold came from while human people

still wait for their forty acres and a mule.
You know, as I read this back

it’s starting to feel like overkill.
I’d like to melt down the golden menorah

and use the proceeds to spruce up Skid Row.
I’m sure we could make do with

something more modest.
We’re about to take a forty-year walk

and no-one’s even discussed
what we’re going to eat.

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