HYOIDE BONE KADDISH
by julia kolchinsky dasbach
My people know how to hold light
in their mouths, how to keep it safe
until it fades to whisper or prayer.
Now say: Amen
until you can tell the difference.
My people are light and bone
and when god opened his mouth
to say: Amen
they must have leapt off his tongue,
unchosen and nameless
beyond any blessing and song
A previous version of this poem appeared in Guernica