How do you like your blue eyed boy, Mister Death?: another fragment of a data processing screen play

[A therapist's office, with plants and colors.]

[A patient, blue eyed: "how do you like your blue eyed boy mister death"...ee cummings.]

[A lesbian Jewish feminist therapist differently abled with a cane who may need a walker soon.]

Patient: I lost my job,
Or my job lost me.
I insisted on a technical point
Not seeing any other solution
And in my review
At the end of the year,
My manager said, you think like a goddamn engineer.
I punched him in the face, and said
I wish I were an engineer
Like my grandfather in Russia drove the Czar's train.
But you want me to be a manager
Or more precisely a hired hand
A servant. I am I think a programmer.

Therapist: So you are...

Patient: Unemployed again and 39
With two ex wives and child support.

Therapist: Are you a danger to yourself?
Are you a danger to others?
I think I know you enough
And how you love those kids
But Doctor makes me ask these questions
To cover his butt. Are you then a danger
To yourself or to anyone else?

Patient: No, I will work out and get another job.
But it will be the same, I will insist upon the Truth
Like Ruth, dependent as she was in the corn
Upon the kindness of strangers.

Therapist: I went to Paris last summer
And in the Palace Louvre I saw painted
Four Bible stories which were also the seasons of the year.
The first was winter, and the flood
The second was spring, and Adam and Eve
The third was autumn in Palestine
The fourth was high summer with Ruth.
In Torah the stories keep breaking down,
It's never balanced evenly like scales.
Job talks back, and Solomon takes a chance
Upon the mercy of the mother.
And Boaz landowner in Gaza where land was dear
Where land is still fought over
Allows a widow's mite of charity to Ruth.
This was to the patriarch a falsification
Pie in the sky, an excess,
A pie for an eye, a truth for a tooth.
But try to remember what was said to you in a dream
That you related to me
You heard a voice say: truth is the Father and the Father is truth
And a man can be a father if he is Ruth.
Same time next week?