Saturday, 28 June 2014

Dara Barnat - South to Be'er Sheva

I stare through the window of
the train, until we reach
the desert. Then I have to turn
away, because who knew
how bright sand could be? The soldier
next to me has fallen asleep
with a gun in his lap. Who knows
what he’s seen today?
Dusk falls, so I turn my face
to the window again. Who knew
that train tracks were built so close
to houses? In the desert
there are houses for people
who believe they are graves
for the living. I’m wondering which
came first, the houses or
the train tracks? I’m thinking
the sand will outlive everyone.

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