Monday, August 26, 2013

High Holiday Poem: Overflow


Overflow


The King sits on a high exalted throne
And here we are, in these folding chairs.
Overflow
They call it
But there is no flow
I can’t see the stage
They could be doing Falun Gong up there for all I know
And they’ve run out of prayerbooks
So I just stare down at my shoes
They need polishing
Maybe it’s time for new shoes
But I hate shopping
Better stick with the old ones
Maybe I can clean ‘em up a bit
And that’s when it hits me
That’s what this whole thing is about
Ahh! The shofar!
That is the kind of prayer I understand. 

- Daniel S. Brenner

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