As the Spring Moon
waxes toward fullness
on the 10th of Nissan
Miriam's birth and death day
(and also my birthday)
we choose the kid or lamb
honored as the Pesach sacrifice
What does it mean
to be the chosen one
pure and designated whose
blood marks the doorpost
- the first mezuzah -
red schmear warding off
the angel of death
do we touch it when we
pass through the doorway
on our way to liberation
do we kiss our fingertips
sticky with that wetness
does the blood of the chosen
protect us or only remind us
of the sacrificed innocent
buying our own freedom
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