Pharaoh’s magicians, you apprehend
too late that technical slights
and sleights-of-hand resolve nothing;
the techne you seek, the immense stillness
of negligence.
Conjurers, your hands
at rest give answer to Israel’s gestures
with the rust that makes our rivers bleed
J.L. Wall’s poetry, essays, and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in America, Modern Age, Hollins Critic, Ordinary Times, Jewish Fiction.Net, and Baseball Prospectus—Wrigleyville. At the University of Michigan, he teaches and writes about modernism and Jewish American literature.
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