Literature Death of a Jewish Mother; Rachel Hortman

Rachel Hortman

Death of a Jewish Mother

Let the crows scare swift from the echoing squeal And let not Christoph’s virgin hand tremble from the feel Of the warm blood capsizing as he slits the back Of the swine that will fry and be torn by the jaws Of the Inspector, who will pat dry his lips and strike his black boots

On floorboard that can’t conceal the sneeze Of the mother Whose shot veins Stain her son’s Trembling teeth.