Paschal Lamb
and maybe it will be a promised land when values can run wild
and trump the Trumps everywhere
Goat
Starched white suit, he wears an olive oil can crown on his head, carries challah as a scepter, a scepter mixes seeds blown from a thistle rubbed on the honey sac of a bee that leans toward Jerusalem, Jerusalem where pebbles rotate in a circle, strained rusted keys buried in a mound, a mound of […]