Re: Support Our Troops

.. Zygmunt Frankel: Collected Poems - Slightly Nasty Poems ambulance and police sirens, drivers honking their horns, and people calling each other idiots. ... FOR LORD BYRON. Neither shall we (go again a-roving) ...
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THE TERRORISTS

We operate from airfields we did not build, smuggling explosives we did not invent onto planes we wouldn't know how to pilot.

Thank you, civilisation, for your blessings.

FOR LORD BYRON

Neither shall we (go again a-roving) because the streets are dangerous especially by moonlight.

Yes, our hearts too (are still as loving) but we shall let them beat between the locked door and the pistol in the drawer.

TEL AVIV

There are no cockerels crowing at dawn in Tel Aviv (and if there were, they would believe it is their crowing that makes the sun rise).

And no bells on the synagogues either; we go to our weddings to Mendelssohn's march, and to our graves to the intonation of the Kaddish.

There are only alarm clocks, ambulance and police sirens, drivers honking their horns, and people calling each other idiots.

And, at night, the screeching of lovemaking cats; (perhaps small loves, like those of cats, are loud, and great ones, like mine for you, silent).

And afterwards an abandoned kitten, wailing throughout the evening and the night, finally giving out in the small hours.

There are no nightingales in Israel.



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