For You

For you

I will be a ghetto jew

And dance

And put stockings on my limbs

And poison wells

Across the town

For you

I will be a banker jew

And bring

To ruin and old hunting king

And end his line

For you

I will be a Broadway jew

And cry in theatres

For my mother

And sell bargain goods

Berneath the counter

For you

I will be a doctor jew

And search

In all the garbage cans for foreskins

To sew back again

For you

I will be a dauchau jew

And lie down in lime

With twisted limbs

And bloated pain

No mind can understand.