Volunteering In Israel Poem by Antony Glaser

I have been sold plastic gold twinklets
by Bedouin children at Beersheba

I have collected eggs from squawking hens
under some azure Hasolelim Kibbutz sky


I have seen the inclarity of the religiously saved
at Meir Sheerim

But I have never crossed the green line

I have been to Safed, which lit a fire for the New Moon
in the Second Temple

I have been adopted by 2 families in Ashkelon
one ostensibly poor
the other deemed rich

But I have never crossed the green line