Not sure what else to say
except it was too much,
couldn’t be the tough everyone wanted,
no blood coursing through my veins
like humans tinkered together
by He Who Shall Not Be Named,
the same ones who called me into being
with magic up the yin-yang.
On the other hand,
don’t I have arms, legs,
two eyes that see vultures gliding above?
I bury myself beneath a rock where,
if I should live that long,
my love awaits in the solid wet earth.
Author note: Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah! And so ends the 2016 Golem series.I thank the golem for helping me deal with the orange reality of Donald Trump who will never be my president. And thank you to my readers. Perhaps the golem will return. Until then, a new book of poetry entitled, The Golem, will be available in 2017. Stay posted.