we are the gentiles
amongst Jews, the minority,
the unknowing, the ignorant, the importance
of Moses, of Abraham,
of wicker baskets floating amongst the reeds,
of escaping through parting seas
unleavened bread grasped at the last moment.
of the need for Israel, for home.
we are white, the gentiles, the tall ones,
the ones who walk without knowing
the tragic flow of tears, of parsley dipped
in salt water
of remembrance.
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