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has not taught men much
a panic-stricken bird
the cruel stroke of midnight
now remembers the dry white stones
thorns the thongs the cacti
how the souls of our fathers
given up each to its own desert?
but now the season opens
as poppies white as dead men’s bones
grows its harvest of summer fruit
has not spilled over.
at this equinox will taste my fever
hands that quake
eyes that burn?
will count the changes of the inner clock?
my skin is made of lampshades
heart is made of rainbow
blood is milk and honey -
of you will taste my promise?
bodies of men make strong manure
these poppies that were once Akiva
cactus that was once Bar Kochba
pyramid of Ramesses is strewn with ivy
time has not taught much
time nor history
do not hear the prayers
in the synagogues
taught nor learned
clocks still toll the minutes
bone-white sand still fills
sign upon my house still reads:
lives a Jew”
"Time Immemorial" is published in "Welcome To My World, Selected Poems 1973-2013", The Argaman Press. Click here to purchase the book.
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