Ve’zot HaBerakha
after forty years of
shouting myself hoarse
I’ll use my last breaths
to bless you. oh Israel,
I wrestled the angel to
win your berakha. you
can’t see my face but I
can see yours, all upturned
and regretful. know that I
can give you all this; know
this is all I can give you. I
see your whole future and am
frightened for you. I see your
whole future and I love every
ugly bit of you. I look God in
the eyes and see all you can be
in Their cool, measured stare.
I wish you goodbye with a kiss.
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