The Real Jew
was always
non-verbal
a
direct dessert player
in god's babbling
heart
It was the
fake Jew
who jumped
with words
and courted them
into pretty pebbles
of golden reality
making
Brooklyn bloom
and Bar Mitzvah's flower
The Arabs
who were born
with twigs up their
behinds
emulated
the fake Jew
when it came
to courting words
by this fantasy-licking
of big mother's cunt
and calling
this
salt-smelling liquid
basalt
and placing
part of it
around
Mecca
and carrying
the other parts
into
trucks loaded
with dynamite
away
from the real Jew
who sits staring
at the holy desert
watching Jesus's
"grown-up"
become
a child
filling up
the sands
with symbols
carved with spirit.