dreidel dreidel dreidel
I made you out of clay
and when you’re dry and ready
your feet will ache the same way
My ancestors did
“take off your shoes” you said
There are piles of shoes at Auschwitz
I took off my ribs instead
hoping we could play together
you’d always pretend we weren’t naked
you’d always try to stuff apples in my teeth
“rip up his technicolor dreamcoat” you said
When we came walking barefoot from Poland
your father will not remember you
your father nor your father’s father nor your father’s father’s father
but we will never forget
not forget you and your small noses
“wands away” you said
but you told us that if only we had guns
if only we could fight back
if only you could give us someone to villainize
there was magic in our ghettos
there is no magic on christmas eve
“truth” you said
truth is what can awaken the dead
and we created a monster to protect us
when the bombs started falling we cried out Adonai
not questioning whether the truth we could see
was the truth that was real
I am starting to forget why I ever believed in flying
here’s the thing about miracles:
they are made out of clay
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022