Lulav

Lulav

On the harvest holiday, Sukkot, Jewish people take a palm branch, myrtle, citron, and willow. They bind them together, then they pray, shaking the lulav in six directions – north, east, west, south, up, and down. I felt this honored the earth. Now how they—we—betray already full ovens of bones. I am a Jew. I am ashamed of those killing and wanting to kill. The people of Gaza shake their own bodies in six directions, with nowhere to go, their only harvest, soil. I can’t stand it.

Poet: David Lauterstein
Source: @Vox Populi
Books: @AbeBooks

I can’t stand it

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