a pre-pesach poem
I read the hagaddah backwards this yearThe sea opens, the ancient Israelites slide back to Egypt like Michael Jackson doing the moonwalkFreedom to slaveryThat’s the real storyOne minute you’re dancing halleluyah with the prophetessThe next you’re knee deep in brown in the basement of some minor pyramid waiting for the angel of death to refund your two zuzim. Children of Israel! It is hard to say dayenu when the armies emerge from the sea like a returning scuba expedition and…