by Simon Constam (Toronto, Canada)
Who today asks
down to the last detail,
as the Haggadah wants us to do,
down to the revi’it of wine,
the kezayit of matzah,
whether in the absence of children
the afikoman ought to be hidden?
And we rush over the business about it being us
Our people were slaves in Egypt,
isn’t that enough
someone always asks.
And someone always says that there are natural explanations
for all the plagues.
And someone always mentions the Palestinians.
And at least one kid always asks, aren’t we done yet.
“Call down thy wrath upon…” begins then
and some of us and always the guests shift uneasily in their chairs.
disguised as the cat
no longer comes in
when the door is opened
as he used to when I was young.
Grandfather (it’s always a surprise to know that is me)
is a baby boomer who’s going to live too long.
Here it is early April and he’s already been out on his motorcycle.
To some this is mildly embarrassing.
But he’s still needed,
the only one with even a smattering of Hebrew,
one of only several now who can remember
how Seders used to be.
Simon Constam is a Toronto poet and aphorist. Since late 2018, he has published and continues to publish, under the moniker Daily Ferocity, on Instagram, a new, original aphorism every day. He also sends them out to an email subscriber list. His first book of poetry, Brought Down, a book of Jewish poetry, was just published by Wipf and Stock Publishers. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org