PoetryFive poems by Yehiel E. Poupko in the April 2024 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint The Lord God called out . . . “Where are you?” (Gen. 3:9) Where are you:Eve asks from his flank and dark dread You built me him You kneaded him You breathed me You built from him and now You ask where are you where have You been