Another golem came around.
Oh, yes. There’s more than one.
Talked to students, retirees, regular people.
And what happened?
Mein kinder cuckoo in the head
tarred him with names: socialist, communist, devil—
the usual thing that happens when golems
try to set things right.We humans are so transparent,
some without the kishkas to remember
how our parents’ parents and those before them
believed that freedom was the sweetest thing,
sweeter than honey,
sweeter than Sabbath.
