from Manischewitz Moon by Peggy Landsman

To honor the coming of Passover, I asked my mind to partake of a Seder.
I set the table.
Unleavened anxiety flowed from the kitchen like a magician’s endless scarf.
Bitter herbs made onions of my eyes.

There are 4 questions I’d like to ask, but I’ll settle for this one.
Do you love me?

from The Four Questions by Ellyn Maybe

Why is this night
different from all other nights?

Because tonight
even the kids get to drink wine
that’s sweeter than Kool-Aid.
And after a while
The archaic grammar of the text
will be difficult to read
without a lot of giggles.

from Kashas by Lynn Bronstein

We stand dripping
in lambs blood as corporate spirits pass
above advertising the latest in teenage
footware. We raise strangled hands. Shout
hoarsely to broken nosed Gods:

"LET MY PEOPLE GO! "

"KLATU-BARATA-NICTO!"

"NIKE. JUST DO IT."

from In The Midst of Flight They Forget
(Why Prince of Egypt Disappointed)
by Jaimes Palacio

I wanted to smash the pyramids.
We’d built them well. They’d last. A pity.

from Miriam's Song by Julia Stein

It seemed as farfetched
for Elijah to visit every seder
and drink from every cup
as for Santa Claus
to visit all those homes
and eat all those cookies

from Visitation by Larry Colker