he looked down at his kneeling brothers
peeled off his robe of fine egyptian linen
to reveal his bloodsoaked coat and said
i am your brother Joseph
the one who has dreamed
who has waited so long for this moment
the one for whom you never had one kind word
the one whom you cast into an empty lifeless pit
the one whom you sold to traders like so much dead meat
the one who was taken down to egypt in chains
while you sang so sweetly to our father
your son was surely gutted by a wild beast oh
yes i am the one who slept for years
in that stinking dungeon floor with nothing
but these dreams of vengeance to keep me alive
and now you come to grovel here before me
pleading for my food for my pity my compassion
after joseph seized the child Benjamin and
had him impaled outside the city gates
his servants woke him and said if you please master
there are eleven israelites asking for you
and they claim to be your brothers.
Wham….that took my breath away…..your verse flowed like Montana white water in spring….pulling me with it….fearing that all I read was as I read…..then that last line.
I’ve loved this journey! Keep the stories coming in 2012.
Wow. This is midrash in poetry and it tells the truth about human nature, and what is felt vs what is done in practice. I like the voice of Rabbi Brant the poet, and the engaging syntax, and of course the retelling of old stories that never get old. If you can do this with Leviticus….