The old haunts seem so hollow
Again the ancient compass of our trade,
We’ll be delivered / It will appear out of nowhere / Like the yona
each other to a life before unknown.
What will she discover / When the time comes? / Which bags will she appropriate
What ARE we if not eccentric?
Political platforms of anger and sadness
And G-d / said, / Where is Man, / your brother?
A heart of ice / needs to be rubbed back to life.
today that child is a father and lives with his family in Israel.