This is such a terrible poem, Ryfkah, terrible in the true sense that is,
the contrast of the baby murdered and then the new moon coming out is so
awful , it's unbearable. It's full of rage and very impassioned. I cannot
think of anyway to change anything. It is a poem purified by fire and leave
us burned in its flame.
sincerely,
Gill
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, March 04, 2006 6:53 AM
Subject: New Poem: Out of the Fire
> Out of the Fire
>
> He sniggers tosses a baby
> like a discarded doll in the air
> His pistol fires into the target
> repeatedly
>
> We chant Next year
> in Jerusalem Next year
> over and over Freedom
> from bondage We choose
> life
>
> She swings the baton
> like a baseball bat
> The other woman slumps
> lifeless
>
> A new moon smiles
> to greet the new year
> The shofar blares its ebulition
> still
>
> They slam the chamber door
> We hover in our nakedness
> Never forgive Never forget
> Never again A shower spews
> death
>
> Light ignites fire
> the Voice never ravaged
> We kindle eight candles
> Victory
>
> Ryfkah 3/1/06
>
>
>
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