Hava Nagila Zombies
Hide the menorah;
No time left to celebrate.
The fridge is empty,
Stomachs are burning
With hunger, and the zombies
Chant Psalms as they march
Towards your Exodus.
This unleavened bread will not
Last forty days and
Nights in this desert.
Despite lack of blood and oil,
The gears of their hands
Long for the wreckage
Of your throat. Only you can
Satiate them—their
Rapture won’t be stopped.
Do not pray for anything
Like a miracle.
Hide the menorah.
This unleavened bread will not
Satiate them, their
Stomachs are burning
Despite lack of blood and oil
Like a miracle.
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