Moses heard and fell on his face.
When the impatient men of repute
confronted the big kehunah
concerned he had elevated himself
above them all
These same men who
built a calf in the desert
These same men who
complained at every dry rock
These same men
who begged to go back to
the familiar bondage
of the narrow place.
Moses heard and fell on his face.
It’s not as slapstick as it sounds.
There was no body stiffening and
emergency of gravity joining the prophet’s beard
with the rapidly approaching ground.
This was head in hands
This was again with this?
The mensch of all mensches
former prince who gave it all up
to eat flat bread in the desert.
For all his efforts he doesn’t even
get his name in the Haggadah.
Just a rebellion at every turn
baldness, ice hail and frost
Just a disenfranchised cabal
yelling more more more
Until his burial at an undisclosed location
while the Korachs and
other reputers
eventually cross the river and
leave him with his
head forever in his hands.