And despite Israel’s death sentences
Like lead
Cast upon the head,
Gnawing at our life,
Clinging to it like a flea to a kitten,
And stuffed in our throats
The moment we say “Amen”
To the prayers of old women and men
Blocking their ways to God,
We dream and pray,
Clinging to life even harder
Every time a dear one’s life
Is forcibly rooted up.
We live. We live.
We do.