Muhamad Chasin was here today.
sachbee of thirty five years and more,
he brought sweet cakes
to chase the evil eye
butchers had their way
peace is no bargain today,
meat and flesh too precious
the price too high,
are we so fickle
to be starved by forget
guts and pieces barely pickled
no more white washed brains,
piffled, pithed and picked,
revenge drips on the mind
nourishing evil thoughts,
pinches, fleshy sentiments of forgive
shouting and massing,
before the gates of reason,
my mind lies in the gutter
guts all spilled out,
steaming stinking doubt,
he brought sweet cakes and said
erase their names from history
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shimon, this is a great piece of writing. The images that you capture throughout are skillfully woven into this poem. It would have been easy to have knocked out a 'tell-it-as-it-is' dirge but you have, to your great credit, avoided this. The repitition of the image of sweets as a placater is brilliant, you have created a sort of childlike approach to a grown up issue and the last couplet is beautifully placed.