Goodbye Home

The unsuspecting sun rose, as usual, in the mute skies
for one last journey over a ground prepared to be betrayed
faithful orchards grown to be forsaken
brick walls of mannequin lives built for desolation.

Dry and dead blood is crying from deep sludge
shadows from the past standby and watch
for the blithely hops of the blissful kids
roars of engines rolling languid time’s wheels
congregation’s ardent recitations and toasts of wine
here - will not be heard again.

The obdurate synagogue door has fallen
human hands knit with veins hold on to the dying bond
like worms curling together, defying the whirling storm.
Rows of eyes stare in and swim the piercing odious waters
gushing in to flush out the remains of forgotten warriors.
Yet, slippery orange hands wave the fluttering wet blue star
on a crumbling roof of rumbling dreams.

Sun is being evicted from his sky.

The inevitable feet of the takers arrive.

One last blast of Shofar and a tearful shalom
soon, I'll be far away from home - Kfar Darom.