I.
I jump at the slightest touch
on my cracked back.
Fierce mountain wind
rushes around me.
My ears, too long
and pointy.
A cold hand on my forehead
makes me shake
with a chill,
a shadow over my bed.
II.
They came at twilight.
Removed my organs,
filled me with corn and sunflower seeds.
Left me split at the seams.
Straw sticks out,
my wooden head broken.
I slump over the table.
My felt rots.
They set me on the windowsill
to wait for birds.
Hanoch Guy spent his childhood and youth in Israel surrounded by citrus orchards ,water melon fields and invading sand dunes. He is a bilingual poet in Hebrew and English.
Hanoch is emeritus professor of Jewish and Hebrew literature in Temple University
He has taught mentoring and poetry classes in the Musehouse center in Philly.
Hanoch has published poetry extensively the US,Israel and the UK in Genre, Poetry Newsletter, Tracks, the International Journal of Genocide studies Poetry Motel, Visions International, Voices Israel and several times in Poetica where he won an award
He has also won an award in the Mad Poets Society.
His books are:
The road toTimbuktu-travel poems.
Terra Treblinka-Poems of the Holocaust.
We pass each other on the stairs; 120 imaginary and real encounters
Sirocco and scorpions-Poems of Israel and Palestine.
Website: hanochguy-kaner.com
