A Burning House
The flames
leaped and laughed
and licked at my skin.
And yet you didn’t save me.
The house
crumbled and crackled
and around me caved in.
And yet you didn’t save me.
Unclean!
Unclean! you cried
and watched the ashes spin.
Now it’s too late to save me.
In response to “A Short History of Judaic Thought in the Twentieth Century” by Linda
Pastan
Copyright © Lesley Brown | Year Posted 2011
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