Perhaps we should all be Jews,
not in body, but in mind.
For within us all we lament
a temple, we once revered
now crumbling, stone on stone.
And, somewhere, somewhere,
there will always be
some bright young person
with some bright idea
that we are to blame: for everything.
'No, no,' but to no avail.
We the disavowed of the future tense.
For we are jews
to be locked in, by the colour of skin
or party, the unengendered
in a gendered, coloured world.
For to refuse the revelation of language,
to not go with every new messiah,
to hold on to the quaint notion of tradition
marks us so. Jew is a four letter word: