Eli Spivakovsky Poems
Requiem For My Sister
I can't say you were covered in flowers because that's not the Jewish way, we cover the grave in stones.
I remember when you showed me the shape of a bird under your eye, it looked like a flying swallow, but so tiny, it could be mistaken as a freckle.
You also showed me your short life-line. 'Look, see? ' you asked, showing me your palm, and it was indeed short....
How are your bones decaying, o beautiful one?
So pretty, you'd inherited the helix for that.
I remember how you left home when we were kids, how you turned the street corner and I running after you, imploring you ...
Little daisy growing through a crack in the pavement, through a crack in the concrete, quietly and steadily. Push, push, little daisy, you must assert yourself as you grow defiantly against the oppressiveness of what passes for civilisation. You must go against your gentleness a little if you want to stay gentle and call it growth as you rise towar