They softened us up first with comic books
of Bible stories. God, our God was mad
a lot of the time—flood and frogs and plagues.
He had it all, and used it. No one said
just why a pillar of salt. When condiments
were made (on the third day?), did salt act up?
I know. I know. I missed the point again.
Today a boy becomes a man: more Jews
to keep the covenant, to pass along
the stories we cannot forget, the rules
we cannot understand or like and yet
have graven on the bedposts in our sleep,
all because in sweet Crayola colors,
the comic books were clear, He made the rainbow.
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