DOT... LETTER... WORD...
Sometimes, the light goes out (the way
You relate to God mirrors how
You act at your high school reunion)
And now, instead of I and thou,
You bring your dog his chow, the cow
Looks and thinks, “How proud I am
Not to be the grass and thistle.”
So pack it all in an epigram,
Send it by Western Union; someone
Is shining a flashlight in my eyes.
And the battery inside is “A,”
And the man’s head bumps the moonrise.
Yaacov David Shulman