Who knew that our Lord God hid so competently,
So completely, we couldn’t behold Him at all
After around 1700 but instead
turned our stern gazes toward the fractured mirrors
in which we beheld as if for the first time our
own fractured faces, long and ever lengthening
as the full weight of our loss began to sit in?
The joke—something profane about rabbis and priests—
Was most definitely on us, as we soon found
we didn’t even need God to kill each other,
though He’d always come in handy for that—still does.
The joke wasn’t funny. All we can do is laugh.
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