by wechslerh66


we lay on damaged stars
beneath impure heavens

unwelcome wanderers

conquerors of the Negev

ironized, lionized, Zionized
with the old mythology

“a land without a people
for a people without a land”

but don’t wake the baby

don’t break the baby

(the baby doesn’t exist)

on the radio the Teutonic nomad swears
I’ll be your mirror,
reflect what you are

but I don’t recognize your face
in mine

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