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The Golem Envisions his Origins

Epilogue- The Witch within Hallowed Ground 

Perhaps it is travesty
I am dead and buried
In hallowed ground, the old

Cemetery with bulky crow
Nests above tilted
Stones. No one knows

The truth behind the fires.
For once I am considered
Merely a victim.

The ghetto crows
Gossip, recite kaddish,
The coven climbs the wall

On moonless nights.
They know my only
Wish, and through strong

Thin fists they crumple
Bits of clay, manure, straw
And paper in my open grave.

My bones rest
Within earth both
Summoned and destroyed

By my name
Alone
Under the tongue.

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