Matza Poem for Jewish Friends/Family

Dry flakes,
Wafer thin,
Break, free with haste.
Like turtles,
Houses on the backs of children,
Like rabbits,
Scampering.
Incongruous departure:
Freedom brittle thin,
Newly found, quickly persecuted.
But hours. But ours.
“I will bring you a piece of bread
That you may refresh yourselves,”
Spake father’s father’s father.
What hospitality can we show you now
Now that we are racing,
Now that we live with more frugality,
With more humility,
But this:
A reminder that we have survived
Times rough and rushed
Since bread was brought forth from the earth.

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