Bon Appétit
Blessed are You, our God, who creates
Poppy, tobacco, the fruit of the vine,
Amaranth, cocoa beans, olives, & dates.
Blessed are You, our God, who creates
Sensual access to proof of the traits
Scholars call Heaven. Some suffer. We dine.
Blessed are You, our God, who creates
Poppy, tobacco, the fruit of the vine.
Of Blessed Memory
One’s habitat
In Posterity’s terrible blue—
This, one cannot pick. All one can do
Is softly kiss
The keppe1 that
Spends Eternity reasoning through
Who emerges a Hobson, and who
A Lycidas.
[1] Yiddish. “Head”
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