Found Poem by Peter Eliastam

We are the Olives of the Remnant,
True Israelites returning
To our Stock, our Root and Rock.
We are blended by the Oil of Gold
With members from the wild name
By Water Blood and Flame:
We are the planet’s residue
Of Jews elect, each chosen Son and Daughter
Wormwood once, where avalanches
Cleft us into shock, no branches good,
Bound burning in the fire
And in the flood, almost disowned.
Unearning. Lost. Near-drowned.