Dinah, On the Dedication of Jacob's Well

Brothers, you leave me desolate!
You press my love like an olive,
he seeps away like spilled oil
into the desert dust. Dig for me
a well so that I may drink of him,
for Schechem will sustain Israel
despite your slaughter. Go,
open the rock now, brothers!
Strike into the ground’s layers
as you hewed sinew from bone
and bone from pliant flesh.
Give me springs in peace offering
for my sorrow and barrenness,
waters to match my unending flow.