Saint Zaida
a king among men a gentle man tailor always clean shaven
clean shirt suit-pants boxing in the rocking chair laboured
breathing we left him in the mountains at 87 where they don’t
cut pizza dumbest bastards God ever created
Zaida humble what did he have? a sewing-box + his gentle dignity
i saw him last night in the street he was going home a still warm
corned-beef on rye for the apple of his eye 🍎 (without kimmel!)
in his pocket for Freda
mother told us the 10 cent sandwich was better than a lobster at Del Monicos
Zaida’s head can still be seen in the window on our suburban street beside a
giant black poodle named for salami the glory days!
Zaida’s Star of David
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Winter 2026 ..for Joseph Marlieb+Blacksonovitch..brothers in arms..
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