Yesterday and Yesterday and Yesterday
Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday
Creep into my petty pace, like aging beggars,
Tatterdemalions trading vague smiles, for tarnished pennies,
With dybbuks, ghosts, phantasms, poltergeists, wraiths,
On streets with neither beginnings nor ends,
And I'm the guy behind the myriad spectral disguises,
The vampire, the zombie, the living-dead somnambulist,
Out working the public thoroughfares,
Trying to find a touch of social intercourse, to allay my loneliness,
A spot of reoxygenated blood, to vitalize my heart.
What a strange and altogether otherworldly mortality I lead,
Trying simply to survive my allotted years,
Just get by,
Outlive the opprobrium, the disgrace of being fated to exist
Way beyond the covenant between YHWH and Abraham.
It's the curse of the past, my past, that haunts me —
My heritage of enslavement, ghettoization, genocide —
Just because my people, my race, I don't belong,
Don't conform, don't fit (never have, never will)
Into that mold labeled "Convert or burn in hell"...
That curse of the blood libel,
Perpetrated by protocols of the specious Elders of Zion,
That generational disdain toward the Jew
That never exposed Martin Luther for the blatant racist he was —
A predacious wolf in reforming sheep's robes.
Oh, how I bleed, bleed, bluster on, all these centuries later.
The pain from my lacerations, the spikes driven, deeply,
Through my pariah's heart,
Reminds me that yesterday and yesterday and yesterday
Yet creep into my poor, petty, pitiable, pathetic pace,
Begging me to put an honorable end to this sham of an existence,
Which never had a tatterdemalion's chance of succeeding,
Merely a vampiric somnambulist's hope
Of sucking enough blood from the necks of feckless gentiles
To supply fodder for the Jewish tribes, ensure survival.
Nonetheless, here I still am, tonight,
Fighting to stay alive, despite all odds to the contrary,
Wondering what I might conjure, to secure my perpetuity,
In a world that sees Jews as a blight of vermin, excrement,
Conspires, every chance it can, to exterminate its dread enemy,
As yesterday and yesterday and yesterday
Press in on today, on tomorrow, on forever and beyond,
Doing their best to arrest man's basest depredations
Long enough to give evil a rest from itself,
Knowing tarnished pennies buy nothing, especially time.
07/29/08 - (2)
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