The Passover

The Passover

Let the blood of the lamb be a sign
that all in your house
are to live free.

The wind sweeps across the land
under the first full moon
and you hear the voice of one you know.

You have not time to speak of it with each other.
You flee in haste,
afraid of bonds and death.

The first-born is dead
so you might live, unbound
and finding your way to the promised land.