What form do you ask for pointing at me with your scorn- raised brow you clutch your coxcomb velvet robe with your left hand ringed married to God in cuffed surplice and say: so shall you burn
What dunce cap bows me down cracked hands clasped over tunic of pale yolk the Jews’ color I was made to wear for shame I am ready to renounce nothing even should they...
What standing crone \ what blood- bearded henchman crouched down \ hooded grimace clenched fist behind pleading old man \ capped gumming: swear nothing by fire
