Lamb

Amar Shah · Lamb

On this day, not twenty years ago,
Israeli soldiers circle church in Beth
Lechem, while priests protesting sanctuary,
charged of being hostages. They're lying,

Stockholm-style across the door. Get out the
way, you worthless monks, you children, you
defenders of the peace! Pretenders, we
to victimhood—it was not we, just mothers,
old babushkas who went, daring, slaughtered,
gassed by blonde-head precedents. It was

not us, who sent the lamb to die two thousand
years ago. We take your blame, we hoist
it to the sky. We'll never trust in God
again to save us from the plagues. That's over,
past. We barrel through the gate. Come over,
Samuel, Saul, and help me choose the gauge.