The Golem of Prague, Oklahoma The golem was אמת and מוות. In Oklahoma he is merely clay, runed with foreign letters by a foreign hand. The golem does not know who here he is meant to protect or from whom. The golem is shield and sword but no longer knows what war he is fighting. The people here pray to statues more fragile and innocent than he has ever been. Of the golem they ask nothing, and offer no commands with which to animate his powerful, aching form. At night the golem dreams of ancient streets and candles in windows, of blood flowing into a wide river and a duty fulfilled.
