Vayera

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I
A child is born.
They name him laughter.
Another child is sent away
as if blood doesn’t exist.

The original seeds
of a divided Jerusalem
are sown right here.
Hardly anyone laughs there now.

II
Every day Sodom and Gomorrah
happen in front of my house.
I’m taking a census of the righteous

in my neighborhood.
I’m having trouble getting to the number one.
I want the police to take them away

their trash too.
We could use a localized gentrification.
A pillar of salt.

III
Despite my son’s worst behavior
I don’t think I could take him to the rock
no matter Who asked.

Abraham should have argued.
He was already famous for that.
Nothing to prove.

Let us make a covenant with life.
Reserve salt, only for our tongues.
Open the tent to all our children.

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