I take my son on a picnic,
bringing fishing rods
and worm bait with me.
And this is as innocent
as attending his first communion
and as solemn as going to church
on your holiest day.
Our hands must be
both graceful and ruthless
to harvest olives and cut
our enemies’ throats.
And this was how your chosen people
survived and flourished
in the land that you promised.