Pasul/פסול
We are still counting the worlds
destroyed
The morning the Torah scrolls
Waited to dance
Our ears echo with chants
from sacred days
Who by water and who by fire
Who by sword and who by wild beast
Who before their time
Who before their time
Blessed is the One
Who brings death and gives life
Who supports the broken
Bowed under the memories unlived
Of lives undone
Who remembers in compassion
The dead
Carrying a Torah of missing letters
To its burial