I lament O G-d

The noose that
Hangs from a ceiling
Of regret

I set my heart

On burying torment
With such tenacity
That I grew

Hatred

That dies sweetly at
Dusk only to test
Love at Dawn

I lament O G-d

The tacit grumbling
Of Your landscapes
Discontent

The closed doors
Locked silently
In fear

The lazy movement
Of my immigrant
Lips

The reach for
Your mounted
Stars

The gloved paragraphs
Neatly slanted in
My favor

I lament