Again the mighty Levi
a handsome devil in tight jeans
a scholar of pajamas and the law.
Again he comes to the door
in a tallis or a t-shirt
the brute of termination
marshal of minutiae
bereft as Heathcliff
but without the class resentment.
He is of his class however
the intermediate Levi
and I his lowly Israelite
a loser in the eyes of the sisterhood
but a prized and flapping goldfish
in the punchbowl of Jehovah
as the Passover candles
reflect in the window
and the bread of affliction burns.