Following you
When Grandfather died
the taste of pleasure
changed
into taste of tears.
Bitter silence
ruled over
the field of my soul.
Heavy blackness sank
In the depths of my body and
I sank under his grave.
I sank into the Mourning soil
as Orpheus,
as he sank like a rock in my heart
when I was born.
Right & left
Since you left
Only dark purple bruises left
around my soul.
Used as a decoration of
your presence.
Used as a wall
against shadows of your
memory. Since you left
Everything seems to be
Right.
Renovation
Undress the language.
Remove all the ancient decoration
from the exhausted letters.
Let the biblical language
breathe
after 2,500 years.
Please, make the Hebrew naked again –
Remove those needless diacritics.