By Karen Alkalay-Gut
“Spit it out Moses,” I tell him impatiently.
“Give me the whole word at once!”
“It isn’t stuttering, you know,”
He says, suddenly clearly.
“Every letter could go, on its own,
Many different ways.”
“I have to be so careful
Not to say something
That those Israelites
Will interpret
In some extreme direction.
“That’s why I needed to get the laws
Etched out for them
In stone.”
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