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 ...
What are cherry blossoms?
Snow mixed with pink icing sugar.
It approaches a Maiko's hair
and she is neither full human nor full flower.