Call me Jacob! Call me Yakov! I recall!: A poem 

I am a perennial time traveler 

Like a phantom walking stellar 

in every heaven’s untainted street 

Disguise can’t fool me for what I greet 

Like an oyster shut tight, but free, 

no waters can assail me with treachery 

I didn’t expose my precious, noble butt 

to the pederast’s intrusive strut 

I am the flame that burnt down Sodom 

My cup of tea is much of a storm 

I am Gilgamesh who doesn’t lack 

the nerve to seek out the aphrodisiac 

Atlas never ruefully asked why 

he had to bear the heavy sky 

Noah knew who he had aboard 

The divine plan was the only road 

I read Tubal Cain and Naamah’s stone 

before, to humanity, I was borne 

I know Karma is no spurious leaf 

And that Jacob was no thief 

But unlike Abraham facing disaster 

I will never call darling Sarah my sister 

For, I can melt villainy’s bones 

I am not vanquished by evil’s drones 

Yakov didn’t die with the stones 

He walked with God and shone