You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat.
This is your blood that pours.
These are your guts spilling.
You are flesh,
Supplicate against metal,
The way you must cleave.
Smoke flows from bullet holes and
Beyond where words can carry you.
Let us speak of
How sunlight streams down
The cascading staircases
Etched into the hills of Har Nof;
How Yidden walk
Down the middle of the carless street
Under a pinking sky.
And your Emoji Dvar Torah in honor of Mama Rachel & Big Daddy Jacob: