Sonia Hamer
Unveiling
I. The Lie
Sometimes, we need an idol.
And so, when his idol came to him, with tears
in her eyes and kisses on her lips and hands on her breasts
What was he to do?
Of course, that’s
in the past. A fantasy.
Besides, I know that fear
like ghosts
But when I asked
where has your golden Christ gone?
II. The Loss
When she died
the air between us was like a string,
with grief
And as she looked in my eyes and took her last breath
“Yit’gadal,” said the rabbi. “v’yit’kadash.”
Good-bye, we echoed.