Plundered

The women of Israel visited their wailing neighbors 
The mourning mothers shoved into their arms anything 
That could reflect the image of their enemy’s spiteful, vengeful God
What good is a looking glass
That mirrors nothing but misery? 

And so Egypt was plundered
One grief-stricken mother stealing from another
Candlesticks and compacts 
Currency of the empire rendered worthless

By stubborn men who sit on thrones
And the gods who murder children