Strings of The Moon

God's fingers make music on the strings of the moon

His touch makes mellifluous stacte music on the keys of starlight

The sun is a cowboy in the desert winds of emptiness

Straggler souls accompany it to the edge of time

Wash the feet of cripples

Kiss the rings of social lepers

The Messiah's tiffilin are invisible to you

Anoint your eyes with salve of hyssop and ash from long ago

Turn the tables on the Mammon myriads

Heal yourself with the tinctures of Israel

Cleanse the temple of your salty, goatish heart

Let it fly as smoke over the edge of time

Return then to that moment on the ninth of Av

Listen to God's fingers play lamentations on the strings of the moon

Listen to Him play the kaddish dirge on the piano of the night

Hear, oh Israel, in the kaddish the prelude of joy glowing

Listen with a new effervescent soul

You are the keys of the piano of the night

You, oh Israel, you and the children G-d has given you

are the strings of the moon

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ABOUT ME

Max Carl Kirk

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