What's in the stars
up there in the night sky above
the city wall and the screams
of the warriors in the square?
Here it is quiet, we fall asleep
but my love hears the dagger men
coming and he calls us awake: Near!
the surrender of the city is near!
The Lion embraces him dearly
before the horsemen surround him
mutilate him and take him away
The warriors flee, fight
themselves to death in the neck
at the well. It was near, it's over
I no longer have a home
only hiding places in the night
My love, what will they do to you
where are you, where is the judgment
that will free you?
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Maria Magdalena (Jerusalem in year 30) ; Collection 'From Sacred Scriptures'