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Ways of death / Lali Tsipi Michaeli
Ways of death
In my being there are cracks filled with death
how much I lack
in holy language this becomes
“your servant”
and cracks my knees
catches the wrinkled desert earth
thirsty for the life taken from her
death speaks to her from within
the darkness of passages
death is inside it
she is so quiet
not yet knowing fear.
translated from Hebrew:
Michael Simkin
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