Family, Love, Poetry, Survivalism, Terrorism, War

Head Shaking Madness

This war    this war    this war    this war

This  world    This world    This world    This world

My kid’s food allergies.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

Cancer. The bad kind.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

The boogeyman’s make believe.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

My husband on a plane somewhere.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

I can’t throw up like that again.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

Miss you.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

Money in the way.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

I killed the cat. That was       THE CAT.     FUCK.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

Gotta make it before the siren.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

How many miles til Hadera?

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

She’s going to die. She’s dying.

This world.

 

This war    this war    this war    this war

This world    This world    This world     This world

These people      These pronouns

These words            These words

This world.

13 thoughts on “Head Shaking Madness”

  1. Are we ever safe? What a scary and disturbing world it can be. I’m so sorry for all you are going through. It is WAY TOO MUCH.

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  2. Your words punctured my soul. I’m a world away but I feel the same about this war and this world. I feel it viscerally. I think, as Jews in this world, through this war we have discovered an invisible connection and amid the pain and terror we have discovered a miraculous truth: we are one.

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  3. Does that mean ‘we’ as in all human beings on this planet, Michelle? Because that would be truly wonderful if that’s what you mean. Feeling sad about the tribes and the dark valleys in between and the history that teaches lessons nobody heeds and the words without meaning and the frustration of wanting to make a difference and the probability that I can’t squashing the possibility that I might.

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  4. Rachel, I also share this frustration. The tribes, in my experience living in Israel, are more a conditioned experience fueled by zealous leaders or by ignorant, ego-driven media engines, not real. Yes there is prejudice, there is everywhere. and yes there is fanaticism, there is everywhere. But here in Israel, like in other places, we meet each other at the cafe or at the gas station or in the mall or at the supermarket. We are Jews, Arabs, Russian born, Ethiopian born, jerusalem born, Canadian born, Hebron born. I am not implying our life is harmonious or without fear or anger, but it’s not the tale of hatred spun by CNN

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