lech l'chah

uprooted from patrimony and birth
Avram set out to chase his vision-quest
convinced the fam'ly idols held no worth
and at the single unseen Lord's behest
his nights are haunted by vultures and flames
and intimations he's cut out for more
without a boy to carry on his name
there lingers doubt what all the journey's for
the dead hand of the Past can't circumscribe
a Future dimly glimpsed in fevered dream
progenitor of a prominent tribe
a league to come where he can't field a team
in gods he went de pluribus unum
but questions what it's worth without a son