Frightened in my dark at 4 AM,
I shall name my place Kazakhstan
And declare its borders what its borders are
Our language shall be Hebrew, and late at night
when I can’t sleep I shall tap out the rhythyms
of Shma Israel Adonai Elineinu Adonai Echad
on my bounteous table with happy sticks.
Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap tap.
Baruch Atta Adonai
Tap tap tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap.
Eliheinu Maloch Ha Olam.
Mounted soldiers. Yes. Several.
Guards at the gates.granting passes of entry
to all who salute my flag and its contents.
Just the crisp snap of steel locks and
cold shoulders to those who don’t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem and a nice flow. -LP