Place Me in the Breach
Place me in the breach with every other
And pound me in;
Perhaps I shall then appease my motherland,
And the guilt of a people which did not
Reclaim its ruins will be absolved.
How good it would be to know
That I am one with the stones of Jerusalem,
That my bones are mixed with her wall—
Why should my body be less favored than
Which went mute or wailing with its people
Through fire and water?
Take me with the stones of Jerusalem
And set me in the wall—
Mortar me in!
Then from the wall shall my failing bones
And greet the Messiah. . . .