Poem written in my parked car outside the synagogue waiting for the bomb squad to sweep the building again

My first thought:
every single time
you craven cowards
hit us with
false bomb threats
I will become
more visibly Jewish

though on reflection
what more could
I even do?
I mean c���mon
I already wear
a knit kippah
and hamsa earrings.

Anyone in town
who doesn���t know
what I am
isn���t paying attention.
And more importantly
you don���t get
to influence me.

I let my
freak flag fly
and I won't
lower my Jewishness
to half-mast.
If I listed
everything I love

about the Torah
the 613 mitzvot
our holy prayers
our holy days
our holy languages
we'd be here
all night long.

Four thousand years
won���t end now.
We���re still here.
We won���t stop.
You can't quench
this eternal light.
It always shines.