Michal   (Mitak)  Mahgerefteh   ~  Poetry    &   Art 

    Poetry and Fine Art 

"The Life of a Hebrew Slave"

Revised the title December 2014

I was born with a fist

and a frown, keenly

aware of this dream.

 

From dawn ‘til the sun

meets the shade I sink

down in the soft mud.

 

I brook no arguments

as the air is sweaty

and I’m watched with

 

a stifled gaze. I avert

my eyes to my limbs,

hefty as feathers, and

 

think of nothing but a

juice of a few grapes.

I smile with a tight lip.

 

The air trembles, dust

simmers the pyramids,

sending my path into

 

the Valley. Faith does

not reason this desolated

life. Prayers don’t save! 


*published in VOICES anthology (Israel)

 

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