A Trellis Above the Fields’ Back
Move within my blood
The moment of beginning’s birth
My heart, returning from the fields of death, I’ll give to you
Imagine in the dream how the sea…
In the book of vastness
Adorn yourself between my lips when I utter you
A hymn from the light of passion
In the testament of unity…
And bend as usual
With the blood that flows
Over the houses… and on the walls
Multiply your lament
For those who died… and those
Who are just about to die
Wear the robe of disgrace…
And gird yourself
Above the darkness of colors
The ropes of the sky dangle
Binding bodies
And reaping death within us
Oh Death…
Oh yellow like the trellis above the fields’ back
We left you
Dividing the poor
And calling out to the boys
Oh Death…
Oh thief of the virgin earth’s veil
And in (Gaza) you’re igniting a fuse… / a volcano
