Dear Itamar: Offer yourself

Apr 25, 2025

Culled us for centuries

and, you ask:

How can we be smarter than you?

Mendel's peas tell us our Nobility was too dear,

bought by our memories and lack of fear.

Revenge and death are the oxygen that keeps them afloat,

so it's time to starve the fire.

Is it our job to tell you this?

Being alone keeps us on watch

so we tell ourselves stories, not well enough,

when you are deaf to smart girls screaming danger.

After 555 days

we still sit at our tables

nibbling our affliction

with an empty seat, not

fulfilling our promise:

“I will come for you.”

We are still here, and they, there

So Itamar, Lord Pita, offer yourself,

for the rest.

Show your might;

and fill your empty chairs.

Never will you be Joshua or Caleb,

who did not slander the land,

I say as a dare, mir zaynen do,

Lives and death are in the power of our tongues.

Mir zaynen do, we are still here.