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Chabibi
my vaybl
be on your guard
when you meet
a goy
he likes you nisht
be on your guard
when you meet
a goy
he likes you
be on your guard
when you meet
a yid
he smells you
chassids…
When the cool, colorful, gentile Sundays come,
both sit—Valenti, the watchman from my courtyard
and his pock-marked, redmouthed, piggish old lady
back-to-back on a wooden bench.
Both of them gaze…
That’s you—the Eternal Jew.
Of Esau’s lullaby, of Gentile legend.
And I am your nephew—Jud’ Süss Oppenheimer.
You, seer, who can see far, see clear, see through,
You may say that I—am not I,
That one…