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השיר הזה נכתב על-ידי חברה של החבר שלנו שנפטר מסרטן לא מזמן ועליו כתבתי כאן. לצערי העמוק, הוא מתאים באופן כללי גם לחדשות הרעות של הימים האחרונים.

The Unveiling

Batya Channa Shevach

 

Men and women emerge from cars

In threes, and twos

Shading their eyes against the sun

With hesitant hands

The irony of arms prematurely raised

In a farewell salute

And not even the darkest glasses

Can offset the blinding glare

Of rows of granite slabs

 

At their wedding

He lifted her bridal veil

And she drank from the outstretched cup

His loved pulsed through the wine

That trickled down her throat

A month after his death

The veil is lifted from his resting place

Her arms hang motionless at her sides

And her tears are as silent

As his name engraved in the stone

 

A beggar paces among the mourners

Waiting for the ceremony to end

He hopes the void created by their loss

Will give cause to fill his outstretched cup

In another section of the cemetery

A tractor moves earth, preparing more plots

The noise of the grinding motor

Muffles the sounds

Of the father reciting Kaddish

And the mother's heartbroken wails

 

One little girl

Upset, or perhaps bored

By so many adults engrossed in solemn prayer

Wanders to curiously gaze upon flowers

And the intricate carvings

On the rows of granite slabs

She searches the faces of the mourners

For her father

To ask him when this will all be over

And when he will take her home

But then she remembers

That it's his name engraved in the stone

 

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