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A Passover Supper
ОглавлениеHis mother let him choose the yearling lamb.
Standing in line, waiting for Temple priests
to perform the sacrifice, his head swam
with spooling blood and clumps of matted fleece.
They dragged it home. He watched her drive a stave
across its shoulders, skewer down the spine
to hold it steady over coals—as she laved
the naked loin and ribs in a roasting brine.
Before the meal, his father told again
the story of Passover: how God spares
the chosen, how all Egypt is condemned.
He ate hastily, blinking back tears
which welled up from an unfamiliar tension.
A rush of kindness—mixed with apprehension.
