My Writing Life


Ah Golem, they call you Yossele;
They say you can make yourself invisible
And raise the spirits from the dead,
Then you rest on the Sabbath
On your dark and bloody bed.
Ah Golem, kneaded into your shapeless husk
Created by the sages
Return to your sacred dust.
Ah Golem, man of clay,
You bowed before us once
Give to us our bread today.

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