Just Who moved the silent spheres
Stood First, Alone, behind the sun?
He went within, to discern One--
That Lever turning all the gears.
He went forth and pitched a tent,
Somewhere dark, among stones and snakes,
to be a blessing, shuckle, shake,
when glitter wanes and all is spent.
Change rains on pharaoh's palace:
Death is life; wife is sister,
Plagues pop like blisters,
G-d's pus fills royal chalice.
To be alone, just as G-d is Alone--
This is the bitter secret of our bones.